Part 15 (1/2)
”No, ma'am,” the cotton-headed little boy said.
”Got it from the ground.”
”You got it from the ground?” Rani asked. ”Show me, Cotton.”
They trooped up the stairs and back into the sunlight. Cotton marched the group to a barren spot in the back yard.
”Weeds and gra.s.s everywhere else,”
Rani said. ”But none on this spot. This is the spot, Cotton?”
”Yes, ma'am.”
The area he had pointed out was s...o...b..x shaped, about twenty feet long and ten feet wide. And it was barren of gra.s.s or weeds.
Rani walked across the spot several times. The ground felt soft beneath her shoes; it had a completely different feel from the ground around it.
”Get me a shovel, somebody,” Rani said.
She began digging and soon struck something solid.
Further investigation revealed a sheet-metal top of some sort.
”Help me, kids,” Rani said.
The sheet-metal top covered the entire pit, and it took all of them to pry it up and tip it over.
Rani started laughing at what the sunlight revealed.
”The man actually buried a small truck,”
Rani said.
The compact pickup was covered with sheets of thick plastic. It sat almost-new-looking inside the wooden walls of the boxlike hole, concrete blocks holding the tires off the ground.
Rani found a jack and took the truck down from its blocks. She checked the oil and battery and gas. The keys were in the ignition. She pumped the pedal a few times, once more for luck, then turned the key. The engine fired, caught, thendied. She tried again. This time it roared into life.
She dropped the truck into gear and went up the gradual incline the man had built.
”We're gonna make it, kids,” she said to herself. ”We're gonna make it. Please, G.o.d, let us make it.”
”Yeah, tell ”em OK,” Campo said, speaking into his mike. ”The more the merrier.”
”What's up?” West asked.
”More fodder for the fire,” Campo told him.
”Some ol” boys named Cowboy Vic and Texas Red want to link up with us. We're gonna meet tomorrow between Plainview and Lubbock, on the interstate.”
”Not a bad idea,” West agreed. ”We can cover a h.e.l.l of a lot more ground this way. Send teams out all over the place. Then when we find Raines, we kill him-or maybe take him alive for trade-and get rid of the new guys.”
”Sometimes you can make sense, West.”
While Rani and the kids, with Robert driving the small truck, wound around county roads, finally coming to 669 and taking that south, Ben and Jordy bypa.s.sed Big Spring and set up camp for the night just a mile or so from the junction of Highways 669 and 350. Rani and the kids decided to spend the night at the deserted town of Luther.
Ben and Rani, two of the most hunted people in Texas, were camped just six miles apart.
”What do we head for next, Ben?” Jordy asked, warming his hands over a small fire.
”Oh, I think we'll head southwest, Jordy.
Get on Interstate 20 and see where it takes us.
That sound all right to you?”
”Yes, sir.”
Man and boy retired to their blankets early, both of them staring up into the starry skies.
”Reckon what's up there, Ben? You think they's other people up there?”
”Yes, I do, Jordy. I always have. Maybe not like us, but other life-forms.”
”If there is, reckon what they think about us? I mean, what we done to this world?”
”They probably think we're a bunch of d.a.m.ned idiots.”
”I ”bout got the hang of drivin” that truck, Miss Rani,” Robert said. ”Where do we head for in the morning?”
”I don't know,” she admitted. ”But I do want to get us down into south Texas for the winter.
Get you kids healthy again.”
”We'll make it, Miss Rani,” the boy a.s.sured her. ”What did you make of all that talk on the radio about Mister Ben Raines, Rani?”
”I don't know. I can't imagine General Raines out traveling by himself. I thought he and his people were in Tennessee or Georgia, setting up a new government out there.”
”Well, even if he is out here, can't nothinghurt Ben Raines,” Robert said.
”He is flesh and blood, Robert,” Rani tried to dispel the rumors about Ben. ”He is a human being. Not a G.o.d.”
She knew what was coming next, and the boy did not disappoint her. ”Then how come we seen all them shrines and things to Mister Raines?”
The other children had gathered around, listening. For all except the very youngest had heard of the exploits of Ben Raines and his seemingly undefeatable Rebels.
Rani had just completed her second year of college when the bottom had dropped out back in 1988, and for a moment, she was flung back in time.