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"Why, Ratch? Why they want to do that? Where they want to be?" Even in Dark, I can see a little scared in her eyes, in the way she move her mouth.
Somethin happen, Lily. Somethin fore you, somethin barely after me, an you dont want to hear bout that. . . .
Lily does a little sniff. "You mad with me, Ratch? I dont want you doin that."
"Im not mad at you, Lily."
"Good. I dont want you to."
"There isnt no way I ever could. You gotta know that, least I hope you do."
"I do, Ratch. I surely do. . . ."
Near Light, a lot of the younguns is whinin again an we try an keep em still. Sal Capone come by with Persons from another hooch, luggin pots of water to drink. It isnt much, an he dont bring any thing to eat.
Lights when it gets real bad.
I never seen any thing like that. Its Dark one minute, then the sun come blazin up hot. The sky dont have any color, its awful searin white. When you down in the tangle, in the wet and the rot, you steamin an sweatin an the bugs is bitin an crawlin up your nose. A Person, he gettin used to that. Your head start bustin you can dunk it inna creek. You can eat a grub, an you can get a drink.
Out heres nothin, out here its bare an flat. Ever tree ever bush is brittle as a bone, the juice sucked out an all the green gone. Ever things dry an ever things dead.
Theres nowhere to go, isnt nowhere to hide. Drills, they got mats whats made outa straw.
Mats on sticks thats keepin off the sun. Persons dont got any mats, we walkin in the heat. Who you think made them p.h.u.c.kin straw mats? Persons, thats who.
Not far off, the land drop a little, makin a gully to the right. We been stayin real close ever since we hit the flats. Cant see Rhidos, all you can see is the dust they kickin up, but thats where they at. Mockit says you walk over, you can see em clear. Dont, I tell him, an keep your mouth shut. We dont need folks thinkin bout that.The suns straight high when they tell us all to sit. Why, Im thinkin, they want to stop here.
Isnt nothing but dirt an a bunch of dead trees. Not enough shade for a vole or a snik. I dont know, an I not bout to ask.
We get a little water but we dont get enough. What we got we givin to the younguns, some of em lookin real bad.
Macky come over an say one of Pocks whos eight is maybe dead.
"Well he p.h.u.c.kin dead or not?" I ask him, "make up your mind, boy."
"I can go see," Macky says, an look at somethin else.
"Don't do nothin, just stay right here."
"Whatd I do, why you mad at me?"
"He isnt mad," Lily tells him, "go sit over there with Dit."
"Sorry," I tell her. "I cant help it, Im worried bout this."
"Macky know that."
"I dont know he does or not."
"Dits bad off. I thought he was better but he gettin awful hot."
"Ill try an get water. They got to give us water an somethin to eat, they goin to have to carry this s.h.i.+t by they selves."
"You goin to tell em that?"
"No, Im not goin to tell em that."
"What, then?"
"I dont know yet."
"You come up with somethin. I know you always do." And what, I thinkin, you rekon thatll be?
Sal Capone come round with Persons bringing water, an a pot of grub soup. Just like last time, isnt near enough. I tell ever one I can dont drink all you got, an save a little soup.
Course n.o.body doin that.
Wasnt long after we seen dust comin off the flats. When they gets closer we seen they more Drills. Only we never seen em before, this bunch is strangers, they come from far away. I seen traders, outsiders before, these Drills is nothin like that. These p.h.u.c.kers has clearly come to fight.
Soon as they comin in sight, a fearsome sound sweep through the Persons, ever Famly there.
Ever body squeezin close, ever body moanin, shakin, holdin one another, coverin they faces, coverin they heads.
Dont blame em any one, its a dreadful thing to see. Even Sal Capone dont look too happy, an Sals not scared of any one.
A Drill, he walkin on his hands an he feet, dont hardly come up to your hip. Dont weigh much as a Person an a females smallern that. Weight an high, though, isnt what you want to think, you thinkin bout Drills. What you want to think bouts mean. What you want to think boutsstrong, they strongern s.h.i.+t. What you want to think too, you want to think bout teeth.
Whatever you magine that p.h.u.c.kers thinkin, that likely isnt it. Isnt nothin inside that head cept hate an blood an killin boilin up, just waitin to bust on through. I tell a youngun that, sure as s.h.i.+t some Drill hops by an give him honey on a suck.
Teachin folks stuff, whats the use of that?
I listen real good, they think I doin somethin else. Pickin up stuff, puttin stuff down, listenin good. The big one with the little red eyes got teeth painted black. His armor isnt plain like Sals. Its real fine wood, got a lot of s.h.i.+ny stones, gotta lot of pretty sh.e.l.ls. Got feathers offa birds, skins offa lizerts an sniks. An ever inch of that armor, on his arms on his shoulders, on his knees on his chest, ever p.h.u.c.kin inch is covered with spines, thorns, stickers of ever sort.
You get even close to this Drill he gonna punch you fulla holes.
Sides all that, he got a turtul hat an he got a wood s.h.i.+el, an the s.h.i.+el an the hat they fulla thorns too. He got a big spear, which is longern Sals, longern any I think I ever saw.
Theres two stays close to the big un with the thorns, an they got fine armor too. One of ems Mormon Nailer. The other ones Orangey Harding, and the main a.s.shole, the one with the thorns, is Gandolph Scott. He tells ems all what to do, an they tell ever one else. Includin Sal Capone, who dont much care for doin that.
A couple Drills from their bunch an ours go down where the Rhidos are. They gone a long time. We listen, but we dont hear anything at all.
"What they doin, you think," Mockit wants to know, "I wouldnt get close to those things you give me all the wimins there is."
Pock an me we laughin bout that. Pocks hooch right next to Mock-its, an he know what goin on there.
"You dont gotta worry," Pock says, "no one goin to do that, long as them wimins can run."
Mockit dont say nothin to Pock. Pocks bout as big as me.
"They not doin nothin," Pock says. "All they doin is they goin down an look."
"Why they do that?" Mockit want to know. "You seen a Rhido, why you want to see it again?"
"Just do is all."
"Why you just do? You just sayin, you not sayin what."
"A Drill do somethin cause he want to do it," Pock say, getting tired of this, "thats why. He dont have to ask you."
"What they doin they listenin. Thats what the Drills is doin down there. . . ."
For a minute Im thinkin isnt anyone there, then Froom, he edgin by the fire. Isnt anyone expectin that, cause Froom dont like no one an n.o.body like him.
"What you talkin bout," Mockit says, "listenin to -what?"
"Rhidos," Froom says, "listenin to them."
Mockit laughs, but dont anyone else."Theres nothin to listen to," I tell him. "Nothin a Rhido goin to do but grunt."
"Grunt an fart some," Pock puts in. "I wouldnt listen to that."
"Its not that kinda listenin. Didnt say that."
"What kinda listenin there is?"
Froom look like he want outta there, like he wish he never come.
"I ast you somethin," says Pock.
Froom dont answer, an bout then the Drills come back. None of em talkin, just all walkin back. None of em lookin real happy at all.
"Thats Orangey Harding," Pock says, pointin to the shortest one of all. "Got a brother come to the fort one time. Got a k.n.o.bber long as your arm."
"Who tol you that?"
"I seen him he was here. Brother looks just like him."
"I guess its so, Pock say it is," Mockit says.
Pock dont say nothin. In a minute Mockits gone.
The worst part is, we dont stay put till Dark. Ever one gotta get up, lift your s.h.i.+t an go. Darc Anthony an Sal, them an Doc Cabbage, they dont like it, but they wont cross the other Drills.
Theres five, maybe six hours Light, the longest Light I ever seen. The heat come down, then it rise up again, burnin your eyes and blis-terin your feet. The grounds like walkin on fire. You look anywhere an ever things wavy, ever thing poundin in your head.
The younguns is already beat, an pretty soon they droppin on the trail. A Famly try to carry em on, some of em cant hardly carry they-selves. We bout lose Dit, but Im not leavin him behind. Lily cant help. She an Macky are keepin one another from fallin to the ground.
Isnt real long theres younguns by the way, covered up with dust, lookin like Persons made of clay. You walkin, you dont see bugs, dont see em anywhere. Soon as a youngun hits the ground, they swarmin ever where. s.h.i.+ny black waddlers, clickin they pinchers, ants, nats an fat green flies. How they knowin, I wonder? What they eatin when we isnt there?
Florence of Arabia an fat Mamma Ga.s.s, them an little Silly Marlene, they got their hands full, lopin up an down, draggin folks off fore the bugs clean em out. Silly Marlene, she all swole up. I figure Darc, he the cause of that.
I said its the most awful Light I ever seen. You figure Dark would help, but Dark is worsen that. . . .
Near as I can tell, theres leven, maybe ten went down, might be moren that. Most of em younguns, some of em not. Sackers one, an hes old as me, close on to sixteen. Strong as he could be. Whats his Famly goin to do now?
Drills gettin all worked up just fore the sun goes down. We hadnt seen nothin in the Light.
Just a buncha zeebos that run fore we even got near.
What the Drills seein now is a Leon way off neath a sticker tree. Isnt nothin get a Drill goin like a Leon will. They lopin up an down, hoppin an screamin an beatin on they chests. Some of em throwin they sticks, make em feel like they doin somethin good. Females, they havent gotsticks, so they throwing lotta s.h.i.+t.
Drills got reason for not likin Leons much. Ever now an then, a Leon trot down to the fort, waitin for a Drill to come by. Ever now an then, a Drill not comin home at Dark.
It start gettin cool an we huddle in a little stand of rock. Sal come round with water, moren we ever got before. We can smell cookfires burnin, but all we gets fruit that the Drills wont eat no more.
Theres Persons out there, come with the other Drills. We can hear em cryin close by. I dont think they got water. I dont think they got anything to eat.
Drills got a lotta mean in they heads. Drills dont see stuff the way a Person do. They did, theyd try an keep ever one alive to do s.h.i.+t they dont want to. A Drill, though, he dont think bout that.
Dit, he hot an he cold, he got the fever bad. Macky give him bout all of his water an I stop him doin that. I tell him its a fine thing to do, an how he gotta quit.
Lily hear me say it. She knows its what I gotta do. All the water in the world, Dit wont make it to the Light.
"I know what happenin, Ratch," Dit tells me, the words stickin scratchy in his craw. "You dont be worry bout me."
"I always worry bout you," I tell him. "You a lot of trouble, Dit. You fillin six baskets a grubs, you bringin home two. What you figure happen to them other four?"
Dit cant hardly make a grin, but he give it a try.
"Sometime I eat moren that. You just didnt ever see."
"You know what? I did the same thing, Dit. An n.o.body ever catch me cause Im as sly as you."
Dit too weak to answer that. I dont know if he hearin me at all.
Me an Pock talk some, an Brig is there too. Mockit, he not comin round since he aggravatom Pock. Booker an Tyro stoppin for a while.
Tyro lost two younguns on the march. Booker got a girl sick as Dit, an figure she likely goin too.
They all leavin, its only Pock an me. Macky sleepin, Lilys watchin Dit.
Pock says, "Ratch, its somethin bad, I got a feelin inside. Dont know what, but its bad, an likely worsen that."
"You tol me that bout a hunert times," I tell him. "Dont need to hear it again."
"Im just sayin."
"Thats it, you sayin. Dont be sayin anymore."