A couple of the kids had scratches and splinters from the wood barricades in front of them; all had sore shoulders from the pounding of the twin 16"s, but again, against all odds, no one was seriously hurt.
The area surrounding the house was littered with the dead and dying. The screaming from men caught in the punji traps was now hoa.r.s.e, more animal than human.
"Take the upstairs, Rani," Ben said.
"Tell the kids to go to the bathroom, get some water and food in them, and then you do the same. I"ll look after things down here."
Ben reloaded clips and checked his AK. He reloaded the sawed-off shotgun and then, with one eye toward the outside, he checked Rani"s twin M-16"s and reloaded some clips for her. When Rani returned from the upstairs, Ben went up and checked out the weapons, patting each young person on the shoulder, speaking calmly to them, complimenting them, and a.s.suring them that it was almost over. Just hang in there, he told them.
"Will we get to go back to your people when this is over, Mr. Raines?" Kathy asked.
"You sure will, kids," Ben told them. "And when you"re there, you"ll never have to be afraid again. And that"s a promise."
Jake Campo didn"t want to admit it, but the first tentative fingers of fear were lightly touching him.
It was not a feeling he liked. Fear was almost unknown to the man. He had had his way all his life; even back in grade school, he had taken whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. The laws of a liberal society being what they were-when there was a government, with laws (as silly as many of them were), many of them catering to the punk, the lawless, the bully-boys like Jake had a field day with other kids less inclined to bully.
Even when Jake had received three to five in prison for rape, he ran the joint (back when jointwas jail and not something to smoke). Jake did that time (he was out in eighteen months) with ease. When he was charged with almost killing a man with his fists-he never did go to jail for that crime, the jails, at that time, being too crowded and federal judges not wanting to tax the sensitive criminal psyche-he began to have nothing but contempt for the legal system of America.
Jake wasn"t alone in that contempt. Almost any law-abiding citizen with a modic.u.m of intelligence felt nothing but contempt for America"s legal system.
Jake looked at the house on the hill and knew, he knew, for the first time that he could remember, raw fear.
West sat on a broken down chair and rubbed his aching stump. Would the G.o.dd.a.m.n thing ever heal?
West hated Ben Raines. Loathed him. But he was afraid of Ben Raines. Scared to death of him.
West wished they could just call this thing off and go on back to Tennessee. Jesus Christ! He couldn"t get over the sight of those bodies piled around the house and on the porch. And Raines had b.o.o.by-trapped the town, too. West shuddered at the thought of falling into one of those mine shafts.
G.o.d, what a way to die.
He bet there were snakes down there in them pits, too. Snakes and rats eatin" on the bodies.
"s.h.i.t!" he muttered.
Texas Red ran his fingers through his long red hair. He sat off by himself and engaged in, what was to him, heavy thinking.
This whole operation was screwed up. Everything about it was screwed up. But he wasn"t gonna give up.
No way.
If any of them did that, word would get around the whole southwest that they let one man, one woman, and a handful of kids kick the s.h.i.t out of three or four hundred men. Couldn"t let that happen.
"So," Red muttered, "that only leaves us one choice. Kill them all."
Crazy Cowboy Vic wasn"t scared of Ben Raines. Cowboy Vic wasn"t afraid of nothing. Cowboy Vic didn"t have sense enough to be afraid of anybody. He grinned as he pulled at his crotch. Thought about all them young girls in the house. Smooth tight p.u.s.s.ies.
Vic liked to hear the girls holler when he hurt them. That"s when he really got his rocks off.
And Vic liked to kill. Didn"t make no difference to Vic who or what it was. Human or animal. He liked to kill; liked to torture.
Far back as he could remember, he liked to torture animals. Skin them alive. Cut the paws off dogs and cats. Of course his parents knew about his aberrations. Of course his parents didn"t report him to the authorities. Victor was their darling little pride and joy.
Not even when Little Victor buried the neighbor"s pet up to its neck and ran over it with a power mower did his parents report it. They concealed the fact. Heaven forbid anyone should learn they had a nut for a kid.
They thought they were doing Victor a favor by keeping quiet about his ... strange behavior.
There are a great many stupid parents in the world.
Vic s...o...b..red on himself as he thought about the kids in the house. And Ben Raines. He"d like to torture Ben Raines. Make him holler.
Yeah! Good fun!
"I wonder what they"re thinking?" Rani asked.
"A lot of them are thinking about quitting," Ben told her. "But the majority of them know they can"t quit. Word would get around that they were whipped by a handful of kids and one man and one woman.
They can"t allow that to happen. They have to try to kill us to shut our mouths."
"We must have killed half of them," she observed.
"Or a lot of them have run away."
"We"ve wasted quite a few. But you"re right. A lot of them have hit the air."
Ben sat eating a can of cold beans, washing it down with water from his canteen.
Rani looked at him, calmly eating amid the gore, and shook her head.
"Hungry?" Ben asked.
"No. How can you just sit there, with dead bodies all around us, and eat?"
"Because I"m hungry," Ben answered simply.
"You know what I mean."
Ben jerked his thumb toward the outside. "Because of them, you mean?"
"Yes."
"I don"t view them as human beings, Rani.
It"s very doubtful any of those dead men ever, in their entire lives, did one decent thing-even back when we had a civilization. They were thieves, bully boys, thugs, rapists, muggers, street slime, rednecks, white trash, racists-you name it. If they had their choice between stealing and working, they stole. They beat their wives and girlfriends and abused their kids. They cheated on their income tax-if they even bothered to file-and the rest of us paid for it. To a man, they considered themselves smarter than the law and above obeying the laws the rest of us lived by. They filled every cheap honky-tonk in the country whenever they had a few bucks in their pockets and were looking for trouble. Their idea of fun was stomping somebody"s head in; usually somebody who just happened to come in for a quiet drink and hadn"t bothered a soul. They were loud-mouthed, profane, obnoxious, ignorant, crude, and rude. And when they died, if the undertaker would shove a tube up their r.e.c.t.u.m andgive them an enema, they could have been buried in a matchbox. I don"t give any more thought to killing them than I would stepping on a roach or kicking a dried piece of dog s.h.i.t off the sidewalk. That answer your question, dear?"
She looked at him for a long moment before speaking.
"There is a lot of arrogance in you, Mr. Ben Raines. Are you aware of that?"
"A lot of people confuse a desire for order and discipline with arrogance, Rani. I went for a good many years in the Tri-States without firing a shot at anything other than a paper pop-up target. We who made up the Tri-States proved that a society totally void of crime is not only possible but very easy to attain."
"By trading one type of fear for another, Ben?""
Ben smiled at that. "It"s a funny thing, Rani. But in all my years, I"ve never been afraid of the cops. If one obeys the law, there is no need to be fearful of authority."
She turned around, scanned her perimeter, and looked back at Ben. "And I bet you drove 55, too, didn"t you, Ben?""
"Yes, I did. I didn"t like it; thought it was a stupid law. But it was the law, so I obeyed it.
I never got a ticket, either."
She once more turned around, looking at the body-littered area around the house on the hill, overlooking the ghost town. With her back to Ben, she said, "You people in the Tri-States got a lot of negative publicity."
"Yes, we did, Rani. Our system of justice was harsh. It was a one-mistake society.
But no one went hungry in the Tri-States. Not one person. No one was denied proper medical care. Everybody had a job. The taxes were fair. We didn"t allow huge corporations to swallow up the small farmer. We had d.a.m.n few complaints from the people who chose to live in the Tri-States."
"You people also had quick trials, too, Ben."
"We sure did," Ben said, giving his perimeter a once-over. "The legal profession, as you knew it, wasn"t the same in Tri-States. But there again, I don"t recall a single complaint from any legal resident of the Tri-States."
She shook her head. "What"s the point of arguing, Ben. It will never be again."
He looked at her, surprise on his face.
"Of course, it will be, Rani. Not as big as before.
But it will be."
"You really believe that, don"t you, Ben? G.o.d, you"re a dreamer, you know that?"
"If we don"t put it back together, Rani, I firmly believe civilization will die."
She looked around her and reached for her twin 16"s. "If we don"t start paying attention, Ben, we"re going to die. Here they come again."Chapter 24 This time the outlaws were much more cautious in their attack. They did not attempt to overwhelm the house by sheer numbers, electing to reach the crumbling buildings of the town and settle in.
"War of nerves," Ben said. "They"re going to try to wear us down."
"Mr. Ben!" Jordy called in a whisper from upstairs. "Your radio is talking!"
On the second floor, Ben listened to his radio. The static was still there, but he was able to understand the transmission.
"This is Eagle One," Ben said. "Repeat, please."
"Eagle One, this is Captain Nolan.
We"re two hours away from your location.
Colonel Gray is less than a day from your position. Our forward scouts have you in visual. Do you copy this, General?""
"I"m copying five by five, Captain. We can hold until you reach us."
"Dysentery hit us hard, General. I"m at no more than half strength. How do you want me to launch my attack?"
"Get as close as you can and set up mortar teams. We"re holed up in the big house overlooking the town."
"Ten-four, General. Hang on."
Ben winked at Rani. "Didn"t I tell you to think positively?"
"I got a bad feelin" "bout all this, Jake," Texas Red said. "I think we"re d.a.m.ned if we do, and d.a.m.ned if we don"t. Know what I mean?"
Jake felt the same way. But before he could reply, one of his men raced to his side, sliding behind the old building.
"We"re bein" watched, Jake!" he panted.
"I"ve caught sunlight off field gla.s.ses to the northeast." He pointed.
The three leaders (west was behind the lines, sitting it out by his van) looked. Jake grunted as he caught the glint of light off lenses.
"It don"t make no difference," Cowboy Vic said. "There can"t be no more of them than there is of us.
Right, Jake?"
Jake looked at the screwball. It was then he realized just how stupid the man appeared. He looked like a cross between Tom Mix, Gorgeous George, and the Rhinestone Cowboy. f.u.c.kin"
idiot!
"And I suppose you have a plan?" Jake said.
Before Vic could reply, Texas Red said, "I do. Get the h.e.l.l out of here. We won"t be losin"
no face by doin" it. Not with Raines" Rebels breathin" down our necks."
Jake nixed that. "Then, go, G.o.dd.a.m.nit. If you and your boys ain"t got the b.a.l.l.s for this, take off. And to h.e.l.l with you!"
"You can count on me, Big Jake," CowboyVic said.
"Wonderful," Jake muttered.
"Think about it, Jake," Texas Red said, not taking umbrage at Jake"s anger. "Ben Raines ain"t gonna stay holed up in there forever.
Soon as his Rebs come-and they ain"t far away-he"ll be sprung. He"ll stick around for awhile, then he"ll hit the trail again. All we got to do is set up outposts on the three roads leading out of this place, then ambush the son of a b.i.t.c.h."
Jake looked at the man. "For a person that"s redheaded and ugly to boot, you got some sense. That there"s a right nice plan. Let"s do "er. Tell the boys to fall back."
"d.a.m.n, Ben!" Jordy called from the upstairs. "They"s pullin" out. s.h.i.t!"
Rani laughed. "That"s quite a little tiger you have there, Ben."