"No." She was in shadow. He could not see her well enough to be certain of her expression, but she sounded odd. He took the keys and her hand, held both for a moment, then hugged her tightly, probably painfully, though she did not complain. Then he held her by her shoulders and spoke what he strongly suspected was nonsense. "Meda says the disease is transmitted by inoculation, not contact. Don't touch your mouth or scratch your skin until you wash."
She did not seem to hear. "I hit him, Dad." "Good. Get in the car."
"He had some books-made of paper, I mean-and an old bookend in the shape of an elephant. It was made of cast iron." "Get in, Kerry!"
"I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't think I could hit him hard enough to do any real harm." She got in through the door he had opened.
He started to close the door, then instead squatted beside her. "Kerry, did you hear anything about Rane? Do you know
where she is?"
"With Ingraham and Lupe. I don't know which house they're in."
She did not know. And how many people would he wake up if he tried to find out? One would be enough to recapture him. He had not even been bright enough to get himself another knife -not that the first one had done him any good. What he needed was a gun.
"Daddy, I heard something," Keira said.
He froze, listened, heard it himself-someone moving around carelessly in the house nearest to him. It may have been just someone going to the bathroom, but it frightened him. He rounded the car in a few long steps, got in, and heedless of noise, started the engine. At that moment, someone opened the door of the house from which the noise had come. It was a man, a stranger, who actually managed to catch the car as Blake swung it around toward the rocky trail that led down from the ranch. The stranger tried to tear Blake's door open as Ingraham had earlier. But with the car moving and his body inadequately braced, he failed to break the lock. He was dragged several yards as Blake picked up speed. As a final gesture, he managed to release his hold with one hand, raise his fist, and smash it into the window beside Blake's head. Like the lock, the glass held. It broke, cracks raying outward in all directions from the impact of the blow, but it
did not shatter. Its breaking amazed Blake. The glass was special, expected to stop bullets with less damage. Blake realized again how powerful these people were. If they caught him, they could literally tear him limb from limb.
He drove on, praying that he would see Rane, that he would have a chance to pick her up. But he saw only stick people- menacing, utterly terrifying in their difference and their intensity. In the moonlight, they seemed other than human. One refused to move from the car's path, apparently trying to make Blake swerve and hit a house or a huge rock.
Blake did not swerve. No experienced city driver would have swerved or slowed. At the last possible instant, the
"victim" leaped aside and clung to the rock like an insect.
Something that moved like a cat, but was too big to be a cat, ran alongside the car briefly, and Keira screamed. "Don't hit him," she said. "Don't hurt him!"
The car accelerated, leaving the running thing behind. "What the hell was that?" Blake asked.
"Be careful," she said. "Remember the rocks Eli had to dodge around."
He remembered. It was impossible to speed past those boulders. On the other hand, it was very possible that Meda's people in the mountains above could start rockslides that would close the narrow road entirely if he crept along slowly. As though in answer to his thought, he heard a rumbling from above. Praying as he had not since childhood, he drove
on, managed to swerve around one boulder just in time to see a rockslide beginning ahead.
He pushed the accelerator to the floor, sped past the slide area as the first rocks came down. Twice the car was hit by rocks big enough to shake it, but Blake managed to stay on the road. He did not slow down until he came to a sharp curve around which he thought he recalled a rock.
There was a rock. Many rocks. Another slide had blocked the road with a steep hill of loose rocks and dirt. Blake had no time to think. The car would climb the slide or it would not. It was a Jeep, after all, antique or no.
The car struggled for traction in the loose dirt and rock, then shuddered heavily as something landed on its roof. The something made an indentation they could see inside the car.
Suddenly Keira pushed her door open. Blake grabbed for her, not understanding. His hand just missed her as she leaned
out. Then he saw what she had seen-a small, bloody face hanging upside down from the cartop.
"Rane!" he shouted. He leaned across Keira, indifferent for the moment to the way Keira bruised almost at a touch. He caught Rane's arm, pulled her down and into the car across Keira, then slammed the door and locked it as something else began tearing at it.
Blake hit the accelerator and the car leaped onto the loose dirt and rock. For an instant, the wheels spun uselessly, throwing out sand. Then they round traction and the car lunged up the slide. A rock bounced off the windshield, chipping it slightly. Another hit the top, doing no important damage.
Blake reached the crest of the slide, rolled down it, and sped on down the mountain. Minutes later, they were in open desert. Keira and Rane, still tangled together, both hurting, both silent with terror until they looked around and saw that they had left the mountains and their captivity behind. Then they hugged each other, Rane laughing and Keira crying. Rane's bare arms and her face had been cut and bruised somehow. If she had not been contaminated before, she was now. Blake worried, but said nothing. Contamination had probably been inevitable from the moment of capture. Its effects did not have to be inevitable, however. The disease could be studied, understood, stopped, or at least controlled- and it had to be. The disease was only a disease. It was the willing human carriers intent on spreading it that made it so deadly.
Blake relaxed in his seat and surveyed the damage to the car. Nothing terminal. Nothing that would stop him from reaching civilization and getting medical care. He wondered why Eli's people had not shot him, or at least shot at him. Bullets would have been more effective than rocks. But then, it was like Eli to hold back. He had saved Rane from Ingraham, held off contaminating Keira-probably for as long as he could-even tried bloodlessly to avoid a fight with Blake, though he could probably have broken Blake's bones with no effort.
"How did you get free?" Keira was asking Rane. "Did you have to hurt someone?"
"I was tied up for the night," Rane said. "Jacob let me loose. He didn't like me, but he couldn't stand the thought of anything being tied up. Then you two broke away and everyone was too busy chasing you to watch me. I almost killed myself running and falling down that goddamn mountain."
"Jacob?" Blake said. "Isn't that one of Meda's sons?"
The girls looked at each other, then at him warily. "You know about Jacob?" Rane asked. "Only that Meda has a son by that name."
"He's her son and Eli's." There was an odd pause. For the second time in twenty-four hours, Rane seemed unwilling to say what was on her mind. "Have you seen him?" she asked.
"No. But I don't imagine he would be normal. Not after what the bag told me about Meda." ". . . he isn't."
"What's he like?"
"You saw him," Keira said softly. "He ran alongside the car for a few seconds. That was him." Blake frowned, gave her a quick glance. "But that was ... an animal."
"Disease-induced mutation. Every child born to them after they get the disease is mutated that way. Jacob is the oldest of eleven."