too soon.”
“I’ve got no intention of that,” Ryan said in a level tone, not taking his
attention from Abner. “All I want is to know when we’re going to move.”
“Can’t yet,” Abner said tightly.
“Why not?” Ryan asked with a studied casualness. He suspected the baron of
cowardice, and he didn’t want that to hold up their chances of getting out,
perhaps even rescuing Doc if the old man was still alive.
Abner stayed silent. It was Mac who answered.
“The storms, Ryan. We get a nose for them here. Guess we have to if we’re going
to survive. They’re always here, but some are worse than others. If you look out
east from here, you can see the swirls of dust rise up mebbe twenty, thirty feet
into the sky. That means we got some real sons of bitches out there. Whip your
skin off you in five minutes. Can’t move through them at any kind of pace
without your legs turning to jelly. No way we’d be in any fit state to fight,
even with your training.”
Mac’s tone had been level, reasoned. Even the way in which he had addressed Ryan
by name rather than as “One-eye”—as everyone in this rad-blasted pesthole had
since he’d arrived—convinced the one-eyed warrior that the sec man was leveling
with him. Ryan didn’t trust him, but he felt certain that the sec man had a
respect for his skills that Ryan felt was mutual. Mac was as good as they got in
this nameless ville.
Slowly, keeping a watch on Abner’s hand hidden beneath the blanket, Ryan
resheathed the panga.
“So how long do those kind of storms usually last?” he asked, directing the
question over his shoulder at Mac rather than at the baron.
“Hard to say exactly. The storm ain’t exactly a believer in accuracy. It doesn’t
carry a wrist chron, you know.”
Ryan smiled. “Roughly, then.”
Although he couldn’t see, he could almost feel the sec man shrug. “Mebbe a day,
mebbe a week. This one…I dunno, it might not be long one. Can’t rightly say why,
but when the dust gets that high, it usually means that the storm blows itself
out pretty quick. Don’t hold your breath, though.”
Ryan nodded and turned slowly to face the sec man. “Don’t fret yourself, Mac.
There’s no chance of me doing that. Every breath is precious,” he said carefully
before walking out of the shack, past the fat sec man, who shuffled out of the
way, lifting the long-barreled blaster to allow the one-eyed warrior to pass.
When Ryan was out of earshot, Abner slowly let back the hammer on his
blunderbuss. “Bastard outlanders. I’ll be glad when that mother and his people
are gone. If we’re really lucky, the insiders will chill them while they chill
the insiders, leaving it all nice and peaceful for us.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Mac muttered softly, echoing his words to Ryan.
THE STORM WAS RAGING. The wind whipped dust and dirt through the air, which was
almost solid with the force of the howling winds. Small stones and pebbles
rattled off the reinforced windshields of the wags, bouncing off the
metal-and-canvas covers that Murphy had made his men erect before leaving the
redoubt. They had wags that weren’t convertible in such a manner, but
Murphy—like the Murphys before him—felt safer if his men could see around for
360 degrees. The metal, covered-in wags might protect them better from the worst
ravages of the storms, but they sure as hell didn’t help them see outsiders
creeping up on them. When the storms lessened, the covers came off. They were
only used in the most violent of storms.
Murphy sat in the lead wag with a group of five men, a driver beside him and
four men on the bench seats that lined each side of the wag. There were three
other wags, each with similar personnel, which totaled twenty-four. Not exactly
a large task force, but enough for their needs.
The outsiders really were stupid, Murphy mused as the wag bounced over the
terrain. They never expected a raid when the storms were this bad, despite the
fact that it was always the time that Murphy picked. He’d have thought that even
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