Indian Hill 5: Into the Fire by Tufo Mark

Author:Tufo, Mark [Tufo, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: DevilDog Press
Published: 2015-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – DRABABAN

“I have to pull over,” Yodell told the group.

“Again?” Drababan asked him. “You are worse than the boy.”

“Well, I’m sure his prostate isn’t the size of a softball, now is it?” Yodell brought his truck to a stop. There was no need to pull over, as there was no traffic on the highway. In addition, there was no shoulder to pull off into either way. The snow had intensified as the night wore on. They had gotten stuck twice; both times, the only thing that had kept them from hiking out was Drababan’s brute strength.

“I believe we have escaped their net.” Drababan was staring up at the sky.

“Never thought I’d see the day when I-95 was completely empty this close to Boston.” Yodell had come over. “Blizzard or not. How much further? We’re going to need gas soon.” Yodell was checking the gas cans he had in the back of the truck.

“We’re about thirty miles from Indian Hill,” Tony said, popping his back.

“Are you boys sure it’s still there? Seems to me these aliens would have taken it out first.”

“That is indeed a concern, Yodell,” Drababan intoned. “Secrecy was and is its primary defense. Not many of your kind know of its existence. We must hope that none were taken captive and have yielded their secrets.”

“That’s a very dry way of saying that people were captured and tortured.”

Drababan looked at Yodell. “My words will in no way have influenced that outcome, and I thought it a wiser course of action to tone down the language I used so as not to offend what I consider to be a human’s tender spirit.”

Yodell looked confused. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be angry or if I should apologize.”

“Don’t worry, he does that to me as well,” Tony said. “Let’s just get back on the road before we have to build an igloo.”

Yodell could not manage much more than ten miles an hour as they crawled down the roadway. Drababan did his best to keep Travis entertained during that time, but the youngster was at about his limit to how long he would sit still.

“We are in Walpole,” Drababan said.

“How do you know that?” Yodell asked.

“The sign.”

Tony looked around. “What sign?”

“The sign that used to be back there informing us as we crossed over an imaginary boundary.”

“Used to be? Did the aliens get rid of it?” Yodell asked.

“It could have just as easily been humans out foraging and someone needed piping,” Drababan said.

“Then how do you know this is Walpole?” Yodell asked.

“I recognize that tree.”

Yodell laughed. The roadway was lined with trees, telling one from another would be harder than distinguishing one person from another while you were a mile up in the air. He stopped when he realized that Drababan was not laughing with him.

“You’re not kidding?”

“He doesn’t kid much. He says this is Walpole, then that’s where we are.”

“Who recognizes trees?” Yodell asked as an aside.

Tony shrugged. “Another tree I suppose. He’s big enough and green enough.

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