“I’m still not sure what the hell it is we’re supposed to be keeping a lookout
for,” he complained. “Nothing can move out there, not in that.”
“Not want stay, not stay,” Jak commented quietly. “Not forcing you.”
“I know,” Dean replied, struggling for the right words. “I kind of don’t want
to, but feel like I should.”
“Why?”
“Because you feel like something’s going to happen.”
Jak turned to Dean, and for a moment there was a hint of suspicion in his red
eyes. “Not a doomie,” he said tersely. “Just bad feeling. Not know what, why.”
“Not just you,” Dean said. “Krysty’s had a weird feeling today. I heard her tell
Dad before he went to see that bastard Abner. Krysty doesn’t get bad feelings
for nothing.”
Jak didn’t reply, but now he knew why Ryan had picked today to find out when
Abner was actually going to act. The bad feeling returned to him, intensified.
It wasn’t a doomie feeling, not like those Krysty had.
No, this wasn’t a doomie feeling. It was more the kind of gut tension you got
before a fight. The feeling that a chilling was in the air.
Jak returned to his vigil, Dean settling in beside him. Both of them ignored the
wind and dust that stung their eyes, keeping watch for the slightest sign of
activity.
Such as flurries of dust where there were previously none.
“Over there,” Jak said pointing, squinting to try to get a better look.
Dean followed the line of Jak’s bony white finger, not quite believing what he
saw. Out of the dust clouds emerged a war wag. No, more than one. He counted
four of them.
“I don’t believe it,” he whispered. “Four wags?”
“How they cross chasm?” Jak murmured.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Dean replied.
That shook Jak from his reverie. He hadn’t realized that he was thinking aloud.
In one graceful, fluid movement he rose to his feet, placing a hand on Dean’s
shoulder.
“You keep watch.”
“Yeah, you go and fetch Dad and the others. They need to see this,” Dean said.
“Already there,” Jak replied as he disappeared like a wraith.
Dean kept his gaze locked on the wags as they careered through the dust storms.
At that speed it wouldn’t be long before they were at the ville.
JAK SPED through the twisting lanes and paths that comprised the streets of the
ville, making his way to the adobe hut where his companions were still billeted.
Their training of the ville dwellers hadn’t led Abner to give them better
accommodations. Then again, looking at the sty in which the baron lived, perhaps
there wasn’t anything better.
When Jak reached the entrance to the hut, he could hear J.B., Mildred and Krysty
talking about the possibility of making a mat-trans jump without being
physically sick at the other end.
The albino burst into the adobe shack, his sudden appearance causing surprise
that turned to a crackling, palpable tension as his body language communicated
his urgency.
“War wags coming. Counted four. Dean still watching. Where’s Ryan?”
“With Abner, last I knew,” J.B. told him, reaching for his Uzi and the M-4000,
checking their load and readiness for action.
“I’ll get him,” Krysty said, heading for the doorway and passing Jak. “You get
the rest of these stupes ready. They never said anything about war wags.”
J.B., grim faced, nodded. It was true that Abner, Mac and others they had spoken
to had said nothing about Wallace’s men coming by wag. Because of the chasm,
they had all assumed that the attacking forces had to come on foot. That would
make them easy to spot and easy to make a head count. But in wags?
“Round them up,” J.B. said, striding toward the doorway. He had barely the trace
of a limp now, but was still a little concerned about putting too much strain on
the ankle. He’d have to watch his positioning as much as was possible in any
firefight. “We’ll take it in three. Okay?”
Mildred and Jak agreed. The ville was small enough for them to divide and alert
the population quickly enough. So far they’d heard no alarm being raised, so did
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