The undead. The Harrowed Lucky Bob.
Any of these would, alone, probably be enough to destroy the town.
Together? Grey doubted even a nation could stand against a surge of power like that.
Get out, whispered the part of his mind that had kept him on the road since the deaths of his men and Annabelle. Get out while you can.
Grey thought of the ghosts of his abandoned friends, and of the way Jenny Pearl looked in the sunlight this morning before they’d ridden away from her place. He thought of the pain in Brother Joe’s eyes and how that man had come back from the brink of personal hell to stand with the people of his town. He thought of that good man, Lucky Bob, and how he had been turned into a monster.
He thought about the deep pain in Looks Away’s voice and in his eyes when they’d found Veronica dying on the stairs.
Get out?
“Go to hell,” he murmured.
If Looks Away heard him he made no comment.
Together they went into the basement.
PART FOUR
What We Die For
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
They met no resistance in the house.
No gunmen, no foreign soldiers. No ghosts. No dinosaurs.
Nothing.
Everyone and everything was dead.
They climbed the stairs and paused briefly at the place where Veronica had died. Her blood was still there, pooled, drying but not dry. Looks Away bent and touched two fingers into the center of the pool, then used them to draw parallel lines on his cheeks.
“War paint?” asked Grey.
The Sioux straightened and wiped his fingers on his trousers. “Call it a promise.”
Grey didn’t ask what that meant. He knew.
They shared a nod and moved on.
Before they left the house they paused in the treasure room. They exchanged a brief, wordless look as they began stuffing their pockets.
While they were loading it, Looks Away said, “I wonder why they left all this here. I mean, they took the time to wipe Chesterfield out, why not plunder his treasure trove?”
Grey shrugged. “Why hurry? As far as Deray knows this is all here safe and sound, ready for when he needs it. Or maybe he’s going to have his troops haul it out of here after his foreign guests have left. Might not be the sort of thing he wants to let them see. Either way, I don’t think Deray frets all that much about anyone from Paradise Falls taking it.”
Looks Away sucked a tooth as he weighed a bar of gold in his hand. “I wish we could scarper with all of it and leave something clever and obscene written on the wall.”
“Yeah, well I forgot to pack an entire wagon train in my saddlebag.”
“Pity.”
They stole as much as they could carry.
When they finally stepped out into the fresh air they were shocked to see that it was nighttime. The sun was down and the moon rode naked across the sky.
“Must be nearly three in the morning,” said Grey. “Can you find our way back in the dark?”
Looks Away snorted and they went to find their horses. They had to feed and water them first, and both animals stamped in irritation at having been abandoned for so long.
“Stop complaining,” Grey said to Picky. “Let’s all be happy we came back at all.”
They mounted and rode off.
Dawn found them with miles still to go. While Looks Away could find the path, navigating it in the dark was another matter. Very often they had to walk single file, leading the nervous horses through the landscape torn by the Great Quake. Finally, as the red eye of morning began peering suspiciously at them over the eastern mountains, they saw the road that led through the last of the town’s working farms. Paradise Falls was a tiny smudge in the heat shimmer on the horizon.
They mounted and began riding again.
As they did, Looks Away kept glancing at Grey.
“What?” Grey asked. “What’s wrong?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing, old chap,” said Looks Away. “For the last two miles you’ve done nothing but frown, nod to yourself, and grunt. If you’re having so thorough a conversation with yourself, then please invite me in.”
“Oh… yeah… I’ve been thinking about our boy Deray. I guess there are a few things that sort of bother me.”
“A few things about Deray that bother you,” echoed Looks Away. “Imagine that. And, pray tell me what in particular?”
“Well… for one thing, I’m not sure if I buy that whole business about helping those generals start wars.”
“Why not? Deray has a reputation as a weapons merchant.”
“Right, I get that part, but he’s going about it in a strange way,” said Grey. “It’s a little too…” He fished for the word. “Obvious.”
“Obvious? How so?”
“Looking at him, at the way he acts, it’s like he sees himself as something more than a guy who peddles guns.”
“He is.”
“No, you’re missing my point. You saw how he was treating those generals? They weren’t just customers. You don’t put on shows like that for people you’ve already sold your wares to.” Grey fished for some beef jerky from his saddlebag and shared it with Looks Away. “Deray held himself above them. Like he was something bigger and more important than any general. Like it was expected of those generals to hang on his every word. Like it was expected that they would cheer him. I never met one, but I imagine that’s how a king would act.”
“A king? Interesting.”
“You don’t see it?”
“Yes,” said Looks Away slowly, “I think I’m beginning to. But what of it? Deray is a famous megalomaniac.”
“A what?”
“Someone who thinks too bloody highly of himself.”
Grey grunted. “Tell you the truth, friend, I’m not so sure this is a matter of someone putting on airs. I think he is setting himself up as an actual king.”
“What? Because he has a kingdom of dinosaurs and undead soldiers? That’s hardly—.”
“No, because I think he’s planning on doing a lot more than helping to start a bunch of wars. Those hopper cars filled with bodies gave me a very bad idea. He’s building an army of the living dead and—.”
“We already know that.”
But Grey shook his head. “Let me finish. His army is going to be made up of the dead. Of people who were killed in wars. Right now it’s the wars here in America. But what happens when he starts raising everybody’s dead?”
The Sioux stared at him in shocked silence.
Grey nodded. “Yeah. So he sells the kinds of weapons that will allow those generals to wage wholesale slaughter. Those tanks and such? They’ll kill hundreds of thousands. Maybe millions.”
“And then Aleksander Deray will come along and raise all those dead…” Looks Away’s voice was hollow.
“He’ll have the biggest army anyone’s ever seen,” said Grey. “And with those metal giants like Samson as backup — or maybe to keep his own troops in line… he’ll be able to conquer the whole damn world.”
“Dear God in heaven I hope you’re wrong about this.”
Grey nodded. He hoped he was wrong, too. But he was one hundred percent certain that he was right.
Chapter Seventy
Neither of them knew they were in danger until one of the arms of a nearby saguaro cactus suddenly tore off and went spinning into the dust.