“Zelig,” breathed Jeff Thomas. “Aurora really does exist, then.”
“Oh, yeah,” agreed Nanci. “Never doubted it. Nor do the Hunters of the Sun.”
“The who?” asked Jeanne McGill.
“Long story, my dear. Let’s get our convoy back into gear and then, perhaps tonight, around a bright camp fire, I’ll tell you what there is to be known.” Nanci turned and strode toward the four-by-four, Jeff trailing obediently after her.
As he climbed into the Phantasm, Mac wondered quite how this retired teacher from Texas came to know quite so much about General Zelig.
But that could wait on the back burner.
The three vehicles began to move north again through the December sunshine.