"Probably," Eli said, reaching for her hand. She avoided him, would not look at him. "What they were doesn't matter," he said. "They meant to kill us. We stopped them."
"You should be glad they were amateurs," Lorene told her. "If they were more experienced and better equipped, they
would have killed us."
Eli shook his head. "I doubt it. We don't die that easily. And did you notice not one of them got off a shot at us after they blew our tire?"
"Yeah," Meda said. "Amateurs!"
"More than that," Eli told her. "We scared the hell out of them. We moved so fast we seemed to be anticipating them. If they're amateurs, they must have thought we were pros." He sighed. "Whoever's in the station might think that, too, so I don't think we'd better hang around here to change that tire."
"A stationmaster, Eli," Lorene said hungrily. "A station man."
He glanced at her. "Maybe it's a station woman or a family like Gwyn's." "We could see."
"No, Meda's right about these places. They help everyone. We might need them more than most people eventually. No sense closing this one down."
To their surprise, the stationmaster ended their argument for them by poking his head out the station door, then stepping out and making a perfect target of himself.
"I don't believe this," Meda said.
"He's crazy," Eli said. "He doesn't know what we might be -and he doesn't know whether there's anyone left alive in the
Tien Shan."
Meda shook her head. "Well, he'll find out for us."
The man drew no fire. He went to the Tien Shan and looked into the cab. He smiled at what he saw there-which must have taken a strong stomach and strong hatred.
"I don't think he's the stationmaster," Eli said. "Stationmasters can be tough and solitary, but they're usually not suicidal."
"And not stupid," Meda said. "He could have held out in that station and yelled for help that would have wiped us and
the car people out. This area is still patrolled."
Lorene got out of the car, Meda realized too late what she meant to do, reached out to stop her, but Lorene was too quick. She had shut the door and was exposed to the stranger. Eli and Meda moved in unspoken agreement to cover her. Later, if she survived, they could tell her what an ass she had been.
The man and anyone still inside the station could see both Lorene and her protectors. For the moment, this was another kind of stand-off.
"Can you believe she would risk her life for an ordinary little guy like that?" Meda asked.
Eli took a good look at the man. He was shorter than average, young-mid twenties, perhaps-overweight, though not grossly fat. His hair was a dull black with no hint of any other color even in the bright sunlight.
"She could have done worse," Eli said. "He hasn't got anything wrong with him. And that extra fat is a good thing, believe me." Her leaner brothers could have used it. "And for her, he's doubly attractive-uninfected and male. Hell, I
hope she likes him once she has him."
Meda glanced at Eli. "She will. She won't be able to help herself." "Is that so bad?" he asked.
She shrugged, said with bitter amusement, "How would I know? I'm as crazy as she is." She rested her hand on his shoulder, finally.
He kept the hand comfortably captive as he watched the man and Lorene. The man was clearly afraid-not of Lorene, but of the two rifle barrels he could see protruding from the Ford. But he was also determined. Either he would live or
he would die, but he would not do any more hiding.
"She's got him," Meda said.
Eli had seen. Lorene, clearly unarmed, had offered to shake the man's hand. With a look of uncertainty and dawning relief, the man had given his hand, then jumped as she scratched him. He jerked his hand away, but let her catch it again as she apologized. To Meda's visible disgust, Lorene kissed the hand. Thin as she was now, Lorene was still pretty. The black-haired man was obviously impressed with her-and confused and still suspicious.
"I think it's okay," Eli said. "I'm going over there." "She doesn't need your help," Meda protested.
He ignored her, got out of the car, opened her door, and waited for her to get out. "Come on," he said. "Seeing an old pregnant woman like you will help keep him calm. Maybe we won't have to hurt him."
For a moment, she looked as though she might punch him, but he grinned at her. She sighed and shook her head, then walked with him to Lorene and her stranger.
"It's okay," Lorene said. "His name is Andrew Zeriam. He was a prisoner. That Tien's his truck."
"Is it?" Eli wanted to see the man's face when he answered. He did not trust Lorene's quick acceptance. The organism and her glands were doing too much of her thinking for her just now. "The car family kept you alive?" he asked Zeriam.
The man stared at him hostilely. "They did," he said. "And the truck's mine." He looked ready to fight if he had to. Not eager, but ready. "They would have killed me soon," he said. "They were planning to."
He was soft and plump and young. One of the car people had probably taken a liking to him. They might not have killed him at all if he had cooperated. His voice, his face, his posture said he had not. He was not a homosexual, then-
fortunately for Lorene. And if no one dug too deeply into what had been done to him during his captivity, Lorene might
be able to convince him to come with her willingly.
"I'm going to get that sewage out of my truck and get out of here," he said suddenly. "No!" Lorene said quickly.
Zeriam looked at her. There was no softness in his eyes. He looked from her to Eli, questioning. Eli shrugged. "She likes you."
"Who are you people?"
"Not another car family, man, don't worry. Shit, we just pulled in here to pick up some auto supplies. Tried to get out when we saw what was going on, but those fools wouldn't let us."
"I saw. I hate to say it, but I'm glad they wouldn't. You probably saved my life." He hesitated. "Listen . . . can I help you fix that tire?"
"Thanks," Eli said. "What happened to the stationmaster?"
Zeriam turned away. "God, I managed to forget about her for a couple of minutes. One of the women from the car family decoyed her out. The car rat limped in all alone, pretended to be having car trouble. She had to go through a half hour of pretending to try to fix the car and crying and giving a performance that should have been on TV before the
stationmaster would come out to help. This is strictly a self-service station, you know. Stick in your cash or card and
push the button. But the stationmaster took pity, came out, and the gang came in and grabbed her. While they were busy with her, I made it into the station."
"Did they kill her?" Eli asked.
"No. They get more fun out of killing people slowly."
"You don't look like they've done much to you," Lorene said.
Zeriam turned without looking at her and walked away toward his truck.
"Look," Eli told Lorene, "you lay oft that one subject and show him how much you like him and we won't have to use force. You'll have him willing now as well as later."
"But why-'
"Lori," Meda said with more understanding than Eli would have expected. "That's not asking much. Don't you want him enough to do that?"
Lorene wet her lips and went after Zeriam.
Meda came to stand beside Eli. "The guy's nothing to look at," she said, "but there may be more to him than I thought." "Yeah."