Caldera Book 4: Countdown to Oblivion by Heath Stallcup

Author:Heath Stallcup [Stallcup, Heath]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DevilDogPress

Savage stepped from the bike and pulled his sunglasses off. He glared at the man and cocked his head to the side. “I’m not sure if I should shake your hand for surviving or beat the dog fuck out of you.”

Roger nodded. “I understand completely.”

“Where the fuck you been?” He pointed to his face. “And what happened to your chin ferret?”

Roger held his hands up to quell the questions. “I found…someone.”

“Some one?” Savage stepped closer and narrowed his gaze.

Roger nodded again. “Okay…maybe a few someones.” He stepped back instinctively. “Hear me out, okay?”

Savage crossed his arms and continued to glare at him. Roger sighed. “This ain’t gonna work if you keep staring at me like you want to rip my gizzard out through my asshole.”

“Then talk.” His baritone voice sounded like a tuba when he was mad. He was obviously mad.

Roger blew his breath out hard and avoided eye contact. “I found a group of survivors.” He glanced at Savage who hadn’t moved. “They’re good people, man.”

Savage continued to stare at him, unmoving.

“Look, I’m not saying it’s right or wrong, but I can’t let Simon get his hooks into these folks. I’d rather ride off in the opposite direction and have him chase me down or…or, eat a bullet to keep him from finding them.”

Savage continued to stare at him, unmoving.

Roger searched the slits that were his eyes and saw nothing. He felt it best to continue. “I’ve tried since this whole thing started to convince Simon to work with other survivors. Pool our resources, help each other. But what does he do?”

“He plunders.”

Roger nodded. “Right. He plunders. And rapes. And pillages.” He began pacing, trying in vain to burn off the nervous energy that was built up inside him. “You’d think he was a damned Viking or some such.”

“And?”

Roger turned and stared at him. “Aw, come on, man. You can’t be serious right now.” He stopped pacing and stared at the larger man. “Seriously?”

Savage shifted his weight but continued to stare at him.

“What if it was your old lady, man?” Roger tried to think of Savage’s wife’s name. “Sandra?”

“Stella.”

“Oh, yeah.” Roger snapped his fingers. “Everybody’s name has to start with an ‘s.’” He turned and gave Savage a hateful look. “So, is Stella even her real name, or did Simon change it for her once she was stolen?”

Savage clenched his teeth and Roger could see the muscle in his jaw tick. He knew he’d hit a nerve.

“Hey, look, I get it man.” Roger took a half-step forward and continued his pleading. “You prefer the status quo. Simon is scared of you, and with good reason. He knows that if you were in charge, people would be more confident in their leader.” Savage raised a brow at him so Roger knew he was at least listening. “They wouldn’t be following a madman.”

Savage blew his breath out hard and stared down at his boots, shaking his head. “You ain’t helping your case any, Squirrel. You know when Simon finds out you’re alive, you won’t be.

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