Part 20 (1/2)
The silence that followed seemed to him to be very long. ”I guess I didnt.
The next question was as difficult but came much more quickly. ”Do you now?
If he hadnt been listening so intently for her answer he might have missed it. ”Wy?
”Did you hear that?
”Hear what?
”The engine seemed to miss a beat.
”What? Liam sat up, peering at the prop, instantly focused on where they were.
”There! It happened again!
She was adamant so he listened. A high-pitched drone whined past the outside of the aircraft. The Cessna seemed to shudder, although it might have been Wys hands clenching on the yoke. ”What the h.e.l.l?
”What is it?
Her hands were already a blur of movement. ”I think someones shooting at us.
”What!
”I said I think There was another whine, followed this time by the unmistakable impact of metal on metal. The prop began to shudder, and the cowling and indeed the entire front of the aircraft with it. ”Hang on! she shouted, and kicked the rudder and put the Cessna into a shallow dive and a spiraling turn.
It was an unnecessary command; Liam had his hands clenched around the edge of his seat and with every muscle strained upward, keeping that plane in the sky. Oh, G.o.d yes, anything but down, please, please, Ill never get drunk again, Ill do all of Miranda every single time no matter how the Supreme Court rules, Ill marry and settle down and live a nice, quiet life, just please dont let this plane go down with me on board.
But when he risked a glance out the window, down seemed to be coming up very fast indeed, and now he cursed the light of the moon that so clearly illuminated the river beneath them. No, not into the riverit was too cold; theyd never survive long enough to make it to the sh.o.r.eand then the sh.o.r.e was beneath themoh, no, not the sh.o.r.e, they were going to crash, the plane was going to hit the ground and break into pieces and they were going to break into pieces with it, not the sh.o.r.e, please not the sh.o.r.e. Wys face was tight-lipped and grim, the yoke shook back and forth in her hands in time with the shaking of the propeller and the cowling and the whole front of the plane, Oh, G.o.d, he thought he was going to be sick.
The ground rushed up at them and suddenly he saw a stretch of open ground, oh, G.o.d, was it an airstrip? It was white with snow or frost but it was long and straight and there were no trees in the middle of it, no trees for the plane to run into, no trees to decapitate him or impale him or skewer him, a Campbell s.h.i.+sh kebab. ”Is it an airstrip? he shouted.
”Shut up! she shouted back, and the ground rushed up, filling his range of terrified vision, up, up, up, until they hit down, hard, bounced once, hit again, and then, miraculously, all three gear were on the ground and she had cut the engine and they were running out the length of the airstrip, this blessed airstrip that had appeared out of nowhere to aid and to succor them in their time of need.
The Cessna rumbled and rolled and thumped and chunked over hummocks of ice and snow and what might have been a fallen tree and finally stopped.
It was very quiet in the cabin of the little plane. Liam could hear himself inhale, exhale, inhale. His heartbeat was clearly audible, too, a rapid thudding sound, like a drumbeat, slowing now.
”Liam.
”What?
”Im sorry I told you to shut up.
”Its okay. Everythings okay. Im fine. Youre fine, and Im fine, and were on the ground, oh, G.o.d, how I love the ground, and everythings fine. He was light-headed, a little dizzy.
”Liam?
”Really. Im fine. Im justIm fine.
Another silence. ”Wy?
”What?
”Why does the plane always break when Im on board?
She ruffled up. ”It doesnt always break. Its only broken once before when you were on board. And it didnt break this time; somebody broke it.
She opened the door and climbed out. He followed.
One end of the propeller had been hit, it looked by, yes, by a bullet. The squared-off end of the prop was not quite holed but sort of splooshed, dented, cratered, if you could call something that small a crater.
Liam could. ”I have to sit down, he said, and staggered over to a tree trunk.
”Me, too, Wy said, and followed him.
They both sat down at the same time, not bothering to clear off the trunk, and as a result the snow on the trunk wet their pants through immediately. They didnt move, except that Liam put his head between his knees.
”You okay?
”Im fine, Liam said, his head still between his knees. ”Where are we?
”Bulge. The village across the river. Their front street.
”Oh. He peered around, and now that the terror had cleared from his eyes he saw the three little houses, shacks, really, cl.u.s.tered at one end of the airstrip. ”Where is everybody?
Wy let her head fall back and closed her eyes against the glare of the moon. ”n.o.body lives here during the winter.
”Yeah? Summer cottages.
”One room, river view.
He turned his head, still keeping it low. ”You sound almost cheerful. She looked it, too, as near as he could make out her expression in the moonlight.
”I am, she said, and laughed out loud and opened her eyes.
He sat up with caution. ”Whats so d.a.m.n funny?
She laughed again, a joyous sound. ”I didnt know it was coming!
”What?
”I didnt know anybody was going to shoot at us!
He stared at her. ”Okay, he said. ”I didnt, either, which goes without saying, as Id much rather shoot it out on the ground, although Id rather never shoot it out at all. What the h.e.l.l are you talking about?
”I didnt know anybody was going to shoot at us, and I didnt know wed have to make an emergency landing! I didnt know anything about it! I didnt hear any voices, or feel any feelings! I didnt have any visions!