Lori smiled at him and reached inside her gray fur coat, pulling out a small black plastic box with a dial and several buttons.
Finn glanced sideways at it. “Fucking ace, lady. Nice little radio-trans. Where didja find it, Lori?”
“Under the seat when I get in.”
“Got in,” Doc Tanner corrected gently.
“It work?” Jak asked.
“Sure does, son,” the old man replied. “You found that recorded message on the dial last time, Finn, did you not?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you do it on this?”
“Sure. Strength of the signal should tell us if’n we’re heading in the right fucking direction. Someone else can drive this crumbling shit heap a spell.”
J.B. took over, muttering to himself in a bad-tempered monotone at the way the steering was becoming loose. Finn changed seats and took the little radio from the girl, peering at it in the light from the east of the valley.
“I think it was” he began.
There was a faint crackling of static and hissing. Ryan had read in an old book, from before the Apocalypse, that in the golden age it was possible to spin the dial on a radio-trans and pick up hundreds of different stations, all broadcasting at once. Now you were very lucky to pick up even a single station.
“Mebbe we’ve gone wrong,” Krysty suggested.
“Mebbe we”
The voice was deafeningly loud, booming out in the cab of the Kenworth, repeating the same message they’d heard before.
“Stay tuned to this frequency. North of Ginnsburg Falls where the old Highway 62 reaches the trail to Crater Lake. Go there and wait. You will be contacted.”
There was a brief pause and then the loop-tape message began again.
“Anyone receiving this message who requires any assistance in any matter of science or the study of past technical developments will be aided. Bring all your information and follow this signal where you will be given help. Stay tuned to this frequency. North of”
Finn switched the machine off.
“How far?” Jak said, breaking the sudden silence in the cab.
J.B. was still wrestling with the steering of the ailing Kenworth, taking some time to answer. “Can’t be more than a few miles. That signal’s nearly on top of us, isn’t it, Finn?”
“Guess so. Little fucking toy like this trans here Can’t have a range more’n five, mebbe ten miles tops.”
“Straight ahead, up those hills?” Ryan asked, rubbing at the windshield with his glove, trying to see out through the swirls of light snow.
The Armorer nodded. “If this bitching wag can make it that far.”
His concern was well placed.
About eight miles farther along the old blacktop, just as the bright sun of late afternoon was breaking through, the engine coughed and then seized up with a grinding, metallic sound that had a dreadful finality about it.
Everyone got out of the rig.
Chapter Thirteen
“By GOD, BUT THIS was such a good country once,” Doc said, voice low, hushed by the staggering natural beauty of the sight ahead of them.
By Ryan’s calculations they’d walked around three miles, having left that ruined wag standing like a slaughtered behemoth at the side of the snow-covered road. The blizzard had faded away behind them, with skies to the south that were like frozen lead. It was still bitingly cold, but the driving wind was also gone. The sun shone through a dome of blue, laced with high fluffy white clouds. The air tasted clean and dry, with none of the acrid toxics caused by the lowering chem-clouds in other parts of Deathlands.
Suddenly, over the rim of the trail, they’d come across what Ryan had recognized immediately as the Crater Lake they’d been talking abouta bowl of jagged rocks surrounding a massive lake of the bluest water he’d ever seen in his life. Now, gazing with awe at the tranquil scene, they all sat on small boulders that bordered what could once have been a parking lot for domestic wags.
“Hell of a fine country,” the old man mused. “Must have been like this most everywhere before we came trampling all over it in nailed jackboots, despoiling the earth.”
Krysty nodded agreement. “I saw pictures in old books back in Harmony. Pictures of what the old ones called paradise. I guess as a young girl I always thought that their paradise must have been something like this.”