Part 34 (1/2)

”Put it back. I don't like guns. I don't know how to use them. If something came at me in the dark the first thing I'd do is wet my pants. The second thing I'd do is point it the wrong way and shoot myself.” She paused, looking at Eddie solemnly. ”There's something else, and you might as well know it. I don't want to touch anything that belongs to him. Not anything. anything. For me, I think his things might have what my Ma used to call a hoodoo. I like to think of myself as a modern woman... but I don't want any hoodoo on me when you're gone and the dark lands on top of me.” For me, I think his things might have what my Ma used to call a hoodoo. I like to think of myself as a modern woman... but I don't want any hoodoo on me when you're gone and the dark lands on top of me.”

He looked from the gun to Odetta, and his eyes still questioned.

”Put it back, back,” she said, stern as a schoolteacher. Eddie burst out laughing and obeyed.

”Why are you laughing?”

”Because when you said that you sounded like Miss Hathaway. She was my third-grade teacher.”

She smiled a little, her luminous eyes never leaving his. She sang softly, sweetly: ”Heavenly shades of night are falling... it's twilight time...” ”Heavenly shades of night are falling... it's twilight time...” She trailed off and they both looked west, but the star they had wished on the previous evening had not yet appeared, although their shadows had drawn long. She trailed off and they both looked west, but the star they had wished on the previous evening had not yet appeared, although their shadows had drawn long.

”Is there anything else, Odetta?” He felt an urge to delay and delay. He thought it would pa.s.s once he was actually headed back, but now the urge to seize any excuse to remain, seemed very strong.

”A kiss. I could do with that, if you don't mind.”

He kissed her long and when their lips no longer touched, she caught his wrist and stared at him intently. ”I never made love with a white man before last night,” she said. ”I don't know if that's important to you or not. I don't even know if it's important to me. me. But I thought you should know.” But I thought you should know.”

He considered.

”Not to me,” he said. ”In the dark, I think we were both gray. I love you, Odetta.”

She put a hand over his.

”You're a sweet young man and perhaps I love you, too, although it's too early for either of us-”

At that moment, as if given a cue, a wildcat growled in what the gunslinger had called the brakes. It still sounded four or five miles away, but that was still four or five miles closer than the last time they heard it, and it sounded big. big.

They turned their heads toward the sound. Eddie felt hackles trying to stand up on his neck. They couldn't quite make it. Sorry, hackles, Sorry, hackles, he thought stupidly. he thought stupidly. I guess my hair's just a little too long now. I guess my hair's just a little too long now.

The growl rose to a tortured scream that sounded like a cry of some being suffering a horrid death (it might actually have signalled no more than a successful mating). It held for a moment, almost unbearable, and then it wound down, sliding through lower and lower registers until it was gone or buried beneath the ceaseless cry of the wind. They waited for it to come again, but the cry was not repeated. As far as Eddie was concerned, that didn't matter. He pulled the revolver out of his waistband again and held it out to her.

”Take it and don't argue. If you should should need to use it, it won't do s.h.i.+t-that's how stuff like this always works-but take it anyway.” need to use it, it won't do s.h.i.+t-that's how stuff like this always works-but take it anyway.”

”Do you want an argument?”

”Oh, you can argue. You can argue all you want.”

After a considering look into Eddie's almost-hazel eyes, she smiled a little wearily. ”I won't argue, I guess.” She took the gun. ”Please be as quick as you can.”

”I will.” He kissed her again, hurriedly this time, and almost told her to be careful... but seriously, folks, how careful could she be, with the situation what it was?

He picked his way back down the slope through the deepening shadows (the lobstrosities weren't out yet, but they would be putting in their nightly appearance soon), and looked at the words written upon the door again. The same chill rose in his flesh. They were apt, those words. G.o.d, they were so apt. Then he looked back up the slope. For a moment he couldn't see her, and then he saw something move. The lighter brown of one palm. She was waving.

He waved back, then turned the wheelchair and began to run with it tipped up in front of him so the smaller, more delicate front wheels would be off the ground. He ran south, back the way he had come. For the first half-hour or so his shadow ran with him, the improbable shadow of a scrawny giant tacked to the soles of his sneakers and stretching long yards to the east. Then the sun went down, his shadow was gone, and the lobstrosities began to tumble out of the waves.

It was ten minutes or so after he heard the first of their buzzing cries when he looked up and saw the evening star glowing calmly against the dark blue velvet of the sky.

Heavenly shades of night are falling... it's twilight time...

Let her be safe. His legs were already aching, his breath too hot and heavy in his lungs, and there was still a third trip to make, this time with the gunslinger as his pa.s.senger, and although he guessed Roland must outweigh Odetta by a full hundred pounds and knew he should conserve his strength, Eddie kept running anyway. His legs were already aching, his breath too hot and heavy in his lungs, and there was still a third trip to make, this time with the gunslinger as his pa.s.senger, and although he guessed Roland must outweigh Odetta by a full hundred pounds and knew he should conserve his strength, Eddie kept running anyway. Let her be safe, that's my wish, let my beloved be safe. Let her be safe, that's my wish, let my beloved be safe.

And, like an ill omen, a wildcat screeched somewhere in the tortured ravines that cut through the hills... only this wildcat sounded as big as a lion roaring in an African jungle.

Eddie ran faster, pus.h.i.+ng the untenanted gantry of the wheelchair before him. Soon the wind began to make a thin, ghastly whine through the freely turning spokes of the raised front wheels.

11.

The gunslinger heard a reedy wailing sound approaching him, tensed for a moment, then heard panting breath and relaxed. It was Eddie. Even without opening his eyes he knew that.

When the wailing sound faded and the running footsteps slowed, Roland opened his eyes. Eddie stood panting before him with sweat running down the sides of his face. His s.h.i.+rt was plastered against his chest in a single dark blotch. Any last vestiges of the college-boy look Jack Andolini had insisted upon were gone. His hair hung over his forehead. He had split his pants at the crotch. The bluish-purple crescents under his eyes completed the picture. Eddie Dean was a mess.

”I made it,” he said. ”I'm here.” He looked around, then back at the gunslinger, as if he could not believe it. ”Jesus Christ, I'm really here. here.”

”You gave her the gun.”

Eddie thought the gunslinger looked bad-as bad as he'd looked before the first abbreviated round of Keflex, maybe a trifle worse. Fever-heat seemed to be coming off him in waves, and he knew he should have felt sorry for him, but for the moment all he could seem to feel was mad as h.e.l.l.

”I bust my a.s.s getting back here in record time and all you can say is 'You gave her the gun.' Thanks, man. I mean, I expected some expression of grat.i.tude, but this is just over-f.u.c.king-whelming.”

”I think I said the only thing that matters.”

”Well, now that you mention it, I did,” Eddie said, putting his hands on his hips and staring truculently down at the gunslinger. ”Now you have your choice. You can get in this chair or I can fold it and try to jam it up your a.s.s. Which do you prefer, mawster?”

”Neither.” Roland was smiling a little, the smile of a man who doesn't want want to smile but can't help it. ”First you're going to take some sleep, Eddie. We'll see what we'll see when the time for seeing comes, but for now you need sleep. You're done in.” to smile but can't help it. ”First you're going to take some sleep, Eddie. We'll see what we'll see when the time for seeing comes, but for now you need sleep. You're done in.”

”I want to get back to her.”

”I do, too. But if you don't rest, you're going to fall down in the traces. Simple as that. Bad for you, worse for me, and worst of all for her. her.”

Eddie stood for a moment, undecided.

”You made good time,” the gunslinger conceded. He squinted at the sun. ”It's four, maybe a quarter-past. You sleep five, maybe seven hours, and it'll be full dark-”

”Four. Four hours.”

”All right. Until after dark; I think that's the important thing. Then you eat. Then we move.”

”You eat, too.”

That faint smile again. ”I'll try.” He looked at Eddie calmly. ”Your life is in my hands now; I suppose you know that.”