But Lowry would only shake his head. "He"s too confident in the people. Oh, they"ve had their little victories in the towns around the mountain base of Raines. But that is because Raines"s main force is so near. Let him play his game-it just gives us more time. Hartline"s plan is working." The VP giggled. He clicked on a Betamax. "You never saw this, did you?"
"Saw what?"
"Sabra Olivier sucking Hartline"s p.e.c.k.e.r."
"You"ve got to be kidding!"
"Watch."
Al Cody watched with a sick sort of sensation in his stomach. He was solidly opposed to this type of filth ... but still, he felt himself becoming s.e.xually aroused at the sight. He glanced at Lowry. The VP was rubbing his crotch, a tiny bit of spittle had gathered at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were ...
odd-looking.
Cody closed his eyes and willed his slight erection to go away. It"s for the good of the people, he reminded himself. All this ... perversion is for the good of the entire nation.
The end will justify the means, he thought. Got to keep that thought in mind. The end must justify the means. Who said that? h.e.l.l, I don"t know!
"Come on, baby," Hartline"s rough voice cut into Cody"s thoughts. "We"re almost there."
It"s all for the good of the people. Cody kept that thought.
"Don"t tell me you"re not gettin" your rocks, too, Sabra-honey..."
The good of the people. Raines must be stopped...
"...you"re slick as 10W40."
...by any means possible. And if that entails something as...
"You"re not shivering from the cold, Sabra-honey. It"s..."
...disgusting as this is, then so be it. This nation must...
"...just that you like my c.o.c.k, right, baby?"
...endure.
"Ah-that"s good, Sabra."
Must endure.
"How"d you like to mount that from behind, Al?"
"What?"
Cody opened his eyes just as Lowry was turning up the lights, turning off the Betamax.
"She"s still a good-looking piece of a.s.s, isn"t she?"
"Yes," Cody sighed. "Yes, she is, Weston."
For the good of the nation.
"I think I"ll ask Hartline if he"ll..."
Cody swallowed hard.
"...bring Sabra to me. We can use the retreat. I like women in..."
We? Good G.o.d, does he thinkI want a part of this filth? I couldn"t do...
"...their forties. All that maturity. And did you see those t.i.ts-the way her nipples..."
...anything likethat! I was raised in the church. I...
"...stuck out. G.o.d! that turned me on, Al. You and I-I"ll get Hartline to get you that blonde-headed reporter that you..."
...just couldn"t do anything like that. Disgusting! It"s...
"...once said was so s.e.xy-looking." VP Lowry laughed. "I bet you she could give you head you"d never forget, Al. You know, Al-we go back a long ways, don"t we, ol" friend? We know the American people have to be controlled, just like the press. Reviewing history, say, oh, from the early "60s on ...
well, I think-believe-that if the press had been muzzled and the people controlled a bit more firmly, none of this tragedy would have occurred. I sure do believe that, Al. Yes, sir, Al, you know as well as I, it"s all for the..."
...good of the country.
"...good of the country."
"What kind of game are you playing, Miss Hickman?" Ben asked her.
They were seated outside, a cool but not unpleasant breeze fanning them. Roanna had seen Dawn and the two women embraced and chatted for a few moments. Dawn now sat beside her on one side of the camp table, facing Ben and Ike and Cecil.
"No game, General," Roanna said firmly. "Game time is all over. We"re all putting our lives on the line this go-around. For the women, our a.s.ses, literally."
She brought the men up to date on what Hartline was doing, and had done.
"If this is true," Cecil said, "and for the moment we shall accept it as fact, Ms. Olivier is playing a very dangerous game."
"And you, as well," Ike added.
"More than you know," Roanna said bitterly. "Sabra"s husband said if she saw Hartline again, he was leaving. She couldn"t explain what she was doing, for fear Hartline would torture the truth out of Ed-that"s her husband. He walked out day before yesterday. Took the boy, left the daughter behind. I wish it had been reversed. Sabra"s told me Hartline is looking at Nancy ... you know what I mean."
"How old is the girl?" Ike asked.
"Fifteen. Takes after her mother, too. Gorgeous."
Ben studied the woman for a few seconds. "You mind taking a PSE test?"
"Not at all," Roanna replied. Then she smiled, and her cynical reporter"s eyes changed. She was, Ben thought, really a very pretty lady. "What"s the matter, General; am I too liberal for your tastes?"
"Liberals are, taken as a whole, just too far out of touch with reality to suit me," Ben said. He softened that with a smile.
"I"d like to debate that with you sometime, General. Yes, that might be the way to go with this interview.
Hard-line conservative views against a liberal view."
"I"m not a hard-line conservative, Miss Hickman," Ben told her. "How could I be a hard-line conservative and believe in abortion, women"s rights, the welfare of children and elderly ... and everything else we did in the Tri-States?"
"You also shot and hanged people there," she fired back at him.
"We sure did," Ben"s reply was breezy, given with a smile of satisfaction. "And we proved that crime does not have to exist in a society."
"I seem to recall you ordered the hanging of a sixteen-year-old boy, General."
"I d.a.m.n sure did, Miss Hickman."
"You all know where we stand on issues. The people have voted on them, all over this three-state area.
We"ve been holding town meetings since early last winter on the issues and laws we"ll live with and under," Ben said. "Now, ninety-one percent of the people agreed to our system of law. The rest left.
And that"s the way it"s going to be or you all can take this governorship-that I didn"t want in the first place-and I"ll go back to writing my journal."
"Ben-" Doctor Chase said.
"No!" Ben had stood firm. "I came into this office this morning and there was a d.a.m.ned paper on my desk asking me to reconsider the death penalty for that G.o.dd.a.m.ned punk over in Missoula."
"He"s sixteen years old, Governor," an aide said.
"That"s his problem. His IQ is one twenty-eight. The shrink says he knows right from wrong and is healthy, mentally and physically. He is perfectly normal. He stole a car, got drunk, and drove a hundred f.u.c.king miles an hour down the main street. He ran over and killed two elderly people whose only crime was attempting to cross a street ... in compliance with the existing traffic lights. He admitted what he did.
He is not remorseful. I would reconsider if he was sorry for what he"d done. But he isn"t. And tests bear that out. He has admitted his true feelings; said the old people didn"t have much time left them anyway, so what the h.e.l.l was everybody getting so upset about? Well, p.i.s.s on him! He"s a punk. That"s all he would ever be-if I let him live-which I have no intention of doing. If he puts so little emphasis on the lives of others, then he shouldn"t mind terribly if I snuff out his."
Ben glared at the roomful of silent men. "So, Mr. Garrett,"-he looked at a uniformed man standing quietly across the room-"at six o"clock day after tomorrow, dawn, you will personally escort young Mr.
Randolph Green to the designated place of execution and you will see to it that he is hanged by the neck until he is dead. The day of the punk ... is over."
"Yes, sir," Garrett said. "It"s about time some backbone was shoved into the law." He left the room.
Ben looked around him. "Any further questions as to how the law is going to work?"
No one had anything further to say.
"And you felt that was the right and just thing to do?" Roanna asked.
"I did and do."
"And that is the type of justice you plan to prescribe for the entire nation? If you are victorious against Lowry and Hartline?"
"Oh, we"ll be victorious, Miss Hickman. I have no doubts about that. But as to your question, no, that is not the type of justice I plan for the entire nation."
"But your Tri-States..."
"Was for the people who chose to live under those laws. Not for everybody. No, Miss, once the battle is over, my people will return to the site of the old Tri-States-or wherever they choose to set up, and there we shall live out our lives, under our system of law, all the while paying a fair share of taxes to whatever central government you people happen to set up."
Reporter studied soldier. Roanna slowly nodded her head in understanding. "You could set up your ...
Tri-States right now, couldn"t you? You don"t have to do this thing-this battle, do you?"
"No, Miss Hickman, we don"t. It"s just that ... I believe that a people should live as freely as possible, and not under a dictatorship, such as the one Lowry and Cody and Hartline now seem to have."
"General, you are not ... you have ideals and, I guess, a certain amount of compa.s.sion that was not reported about you when you opened your borders a couple of years ago."
Ben shrugged. "I"ve always maintained, Miss Hickman, the press doesn"t always report the truth, or do it fairly. They report whatthey perceive as the truth." He looked at Ike. "Ike, would you take Miss Hickman and have her tested?"
Roanna looked at Ben. "General, what happens if I fail the test?"
"You will then be questioned under drug-induced hypnosis."
"And if I fail that?"
Ben"s smile held no humor. "Why ... you won"t wake up, Miss Hickman."
The reporter shuddered.
"VP Lowry"s got the hots for you, baby," Hartline told Sabra. "I showed him the film of you going down on me and it got him all worked up."
They lay on tangled sheets in Hartline"s Richmond townhouse. Sabra had not asked what had happened to the occupants of the townhouse. She felt she knew. She fought back a shudder and lit a cigarette.
Even after all these years since the world blew up, the cigarettes still tasted like s.h.i.t. "And what did you tell him?"
"Nothing, yet, baby." The mercenary"s fingers were busy between her legs.
Respond-respond! she told herself. Get into the act and make it good. She closed her eyes and pictured her husband, Ed, making love to her. She felt a warmth begin to spread down her belly. "Do I make brownie points by f.u.c.king the VP?"
Hartline laughed. "You"re all right, baby, you know that? I never miss with gals. I can peg "em right first time, every time. I knew you f.u.c.ked your way to the top."
I got there by hard work, you son of a b.i.t.c.h! Sabra silently cursed him. "You"re very astute, Sam. But you didn"t answer my question."
"Sure, you get brownie points, baby. What the h.e.l.l! You ever seen Lowry"s wife? Jesus," he shuddered.
"What a bag. Tell me," he asked offhand, "what have you heard from little Roanna?"