blackness and welcoming respite of unconsciousness overwhelmed him.
Chapter Twelve
The two-lane blacktop came to a sudden end where the tarmac rose into the sky
for a height of twenty feet at an angle that suggested a sudden eruption from
the earth had pushed it upward. The ground on either side was divided by a chasm
that yawned to a width of twelve feet or so at its widest, narrowing to three or
four feet in places.
“End of the line?” Ryan asked as they came to a shambling halt.
“Hell, no,” Mac said, gesturing across the divide with his blaster. “We just
jump it.”
Jak gave him a questioning look, particularly at his drooping stomach.
Mac laughed without humor. “Mebbe I’m just fitter than I look.”
“I’m not sure that I’m that fit,” Mildred said uncertainly, peering over the
edge of the chasm. It descended into a darkness that suggested no small depth.
Mac shrugged. “It’s okay by me, missy. You fall down there and get chilled, it
just means one less for the ritual. No skin off me.”
“Nice to know you care,” Mildred muttered laconically.
The giant with the homemade blaster gestured down the divide, swinging the giant
pieces of metal as though they were weightless.
“No way we’re jumping here. If we go down a little, then it’ll be easier.”
“Suits me,” Mildred replied. “Lead the way, big man.”
Much to her surprise, he did. Turning his back on them, he wandered along the
edge of the chasm like a man leading a Sunday-school outing.
J.B. and Ryan both furrowed their brows, exchanging puzzled looks. Their captors
were certainly a contrary mixture. On the one hand, they had kept the group
under a close guard with their blasters, yet they were seemingly slapdash about
such elementary precautions as turning their backs on their prisoners. Like the
sec men in the redoubt, they had spent too long in an enclosed atmosphere—one
underground, one trapped by the valley and the freakish weather conditions—to
have any conception of outside enemies and their tactics.
Ryan surveyed the surrounding area. The storm had died down to a bluster at this
point, the dust on the ground stirring in the small eddies and whorls of the
wind. Denser clouds obscuring parts of the valley bespoke of areas where the
storms still raged. There was no sign of life, and little cover. The trees were
few and far between, stripped bare of life and standing starkly in the
landscape. The earth was flat; if not originally this way, then it had been
pared down years of storms and harsh hurricanes and zephyrs scouring its
surface.
“How do people live in this?” Krysty asked softly, mirroring Ryan’s thoughts.
“They don’t,” he replied quietly. “They exist.”
“Isn’t that what we all do?” Mildred queried.
Ryan’s face cracked in a grimace that could have been grim humor. His scar was
puckered white by the elements.
“Some mebbe exist more than others,” he said.
The only reply was a shove in the back. The one-eyed warrior, acting on
instinct, spun. Tilly stood in front of him, the tip of a long and wickedly
jagged hunting knife touching the end of his nose.
Her voice was sibilant and all the more threatening for it. “Philosophy doesn’t
grow crops, doesn’t appease the gods. It does nothing but make you sit on your
spreading ass all day doing jackshit. And it may get you cut up if you don’t
shut up and follow Tod.”
If nothing else, at least Ryan now knew that the giant had a name. The one-eyed
man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender and turned to follow the giant
along the lip of the chasm.
Mac laughed in the humorless, grating way that was beginning to act as an
irritant, and gestured with his blaster that they should follow Ryan.
Dean and Krysty fell into step, followed by Mildred and J.B. Jak stayed back to
last, dragging his heels and eying Mac with barely disguised hatred.
Two of the other captors exchanged looks over their blasters, one of them
shivering. Mac grinned wryly.
“You don’t say much, whitey,” he directed at Jak.
“Action better,” Jak replied.
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