Axler, James - Deathlands 51 by Axler James

Author:Axler, James
Language: eng
Format: epub

"HOW MUCH FARTHER to your ville?" Ryan asked after they'd been walking for some time. They were going through another whirl of the seemingly constant storm, the wind rising to a howl loud enough to necessitate Ryan shouting. The dirt and dust whipped at them, stinging.

J.B. was aware of the pull in his ankle getting worse. Mildred had also noticed the way in which he was shifting his weight on his left foot, and gave him a questioning glance to which she received a short shake of the head in reply.

Ryan repeated his question. "I said, how far—?"

"I heard you the first time," Mac replied in a slow drawl, cutting across Ryan.

"It's as far as it takes."

"You always talk, not them," Jak said, indicating the two sec men who brought up

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the rear of the party. "They have no tongues?"

Mac smiled again, that lazy saurian smile that was beginning to make Ryan wish he could ram it so far down the potbellied man's throat that it would come out of his ass.

"How did you guess that, boy?" Mac drawled. "Show the whitey, boys," he ordered the other two.

They complied, opening their mouths as they walked. Both men had their tongues torn out by the root, a gaping red gap in the maw of their mouths, obscene and wet.

Mildred winced. It looked like a primitive and painful extraction, even from a distance. "Don't tell me, let me guess," she directed toward Tilly. "The sec men from the redoubt again?"

The ragged, bundled head shook, the voice emanating from within almost quavering with repressed hate.

"Not sec men. Whitecoats who wanted the body parts."

"Nice," Mildred murmured. "And you think we're part of that?"

"You came from there, so it stands to reason," Tod butted in before Tilly could summon the venom to answer.

"You stupe or something?" Dean exploded, fatigued and sick of their seeming stupidity. "Why were they after us?"

"Like I said, to make us think you weren't with them. Make us easy to fool." Mac shrugged. "It figures out."

Dean was about to hotly respond when a gesture from his father stopped him. He trusted Ryan's judgment. Although young, he knew enough about himself to be aware that he had to control his impulsive temper.

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"Seems to me that you live on the far side of the valley," Ryan remarked. "We've covered a lot of distance."

"I'd say that was smart, if I didn't reckon you knew that anyway," Mac answered.

"After all, seems to me that you should know where we are when you raid us often enough."

Ryan ignored that and continued on his line of thought. "Yeah, I'd reckon you live on the rim of the valley. Can't grow jackshit down here. Never get anyone passing by. Mebbe you can scratch a living on the edge of the valley. And you'd have to live as far away from the redoubt as possible."

"And why's that, One-eye?" Tilly asked, her paranoia scenting an insult.

Ryan didn't want to disappoint her.

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