We swapped, and I gave him the shells. I took the box of shells for the deer rifle and put the whole box in my coat pocket.
“How long will it take them to get up here on foot?” Leonard said.
“A lot longer yet,” I said, “and then they have to be smart like us and look at the tracks.”
“I’m going to give them that much smarts,” Leonard said. “Let’s get this over with. Maybe we can be in and out and in our car and down the hill before they realize it’s us coming back and they’ll be so startled they won’t shoot at us.”
We started crawling up the hill, down close to the earth, in line with the Volkswagen. It took about a century for us to make it that way, but we thought it might be preferable to being spotted and shot. When we got to the Volkswagen, I stood up behind it and glanced in. My blue envelope was on the seat next to the stationery I had written “Hi” on, and beside it was a black mustache and a cap with a headful of black hair.
I hunkered back down behind the Volkswagen, said, “Unless the driver has some kind of skin disease and his mustache fell off in the altogether along with all the hair in his hat, the guy who picked up Vanilla Ride’s mail was Vanilla Ride.”
“A master of disguise.”
“Well, I think maybe for us she doesn’t have to be all that masterful.”
“That’s certainly true. Now what?”
“I think the now what is I get my wind back.”
“Too many late dinners and not enough exercise, Hap. I’ve been telling you that.”
“Yes, you have. Now shut up.”
“So, in a couple hours when you get your wind back, what do we do?”
“We split up. You go right and I go left.”
“That’s it?” Leonard said. “You complained to me that we didn’t have a plan last time, and now your plan is you go one way and I go another.”
“Okay, what’s your plan?”
Leonard was quiet for a moment. “I go left and you go right.”
55
We were about to start our plan when we heard boots on gravel, looked up into the smiling face of Vanilla Ride, standing by the Volkswagen pointing an automatic pistol at us. It certainly seemed to be a big automatic. She had come up like a ghost while we were putting our war room together. She had her golden hair tied back in a ponytail, and she looked like some kind of female goddess of war.
“I have systems on top of systems,” she said. “I knew you were here the moment you entered my perimeter.”
“Damn,” Leonard said. She got a determined look on her face, like she was about to pass an anvil through her bowels, extended the automatic, ready to pop us, and then a shot rang out and the window on the Volkswagen above me splintered and some of the glass rained down. Vanilla took a turn around the Volkswagen on one end, and Leonard and I scrambled around to the other side. We ended up behind a tire, close as lovers, and Vanilla was behind the other tire. When I looked at her, she jerked the automatic at us.
“Truce,” I said. “They want us too.”
She studied me for a long moment.
“You’re wondering if you can trust us,” I said, “and I know this isn’t much right now, but we keep our word. Truce. For now, anyway.”
After a moment, Vanilla Ride nodded, said, “I can kill you anytime I want.”
There was an explosion as a low bullet caught the tire we were behind and rang off the rim and the pressure of the exploding tire blew us back about three feet. Vanilla darted for the A-frame, and Leonard grabbed me by the coat collar and started dragging me. I let him, clinging to my deer rifle like a child with a teddy bear.
When we were inside and the door was slammed, glass began to come out of the windows as shots rained down. It was a two-story house with a short stairway up to what was more a loft than a room. The middle floor had a low section and some standard couches around it. Except for some exercise equipment off to the side of the living room, the place looked as impersonal as a cheap motel room.
I got off my belly and on my knees and looked at Vanilla Ride. She was crawling across the floor toward the corner. She popped the flooring up there with remarkable deftness, took out a long, sleek black weapon with a very large banana clip, and she pulled a spare clip out of there too. She crawled back to where the glass was still dropping from the big window. The glass splattered around her like falling stars and she stood up and let the spare clip drop to the floor and cut loose with the gun. Down below, where their shots were coming from, the dirt leaped up in heaps and the trees whipped and then she went down again, behind the high windowsill where Leonard and I were lurking, but on the opposite end. We were bookends. Same alike. Except we were guys and she was a girl and she had a big gun that would shoot faster than ours.
“They got their car out of the ditch,” Leonard said.
“It was more of a drop-off than a ditch,” I said. “I didn’t think they could turn it off its side and drive it out. Not that easily.”
“You were wrong,” Leonard said.
“Yep,” I said.
“You didn’t do as good as you thought.”
“Nope.”
“Kind of typical, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I said.
“You see, they got it running, and now they are after our ass, and here we are with”—Leonard turned and looked at Vanilla Ride—“her.”
Vanilla looked at us and smiled. Damn, she was a beauty. “How have you two lived this long?” she said.
“Our sterling personalities,” Leonard said. “We charm just about everyone.”
I eased over so I was near the corner of the windowsill and the wall, and then I raised up. I could taste the cold air coming in through the shattered window and smell the pines down the hill, and I could see one of the men coming along where the hill spread up toward the house, and though there wasn’t much light, I could see him well enough. He was the greasy-haired guy and he was stooped slightly, his head down, running for the Volkswagen, the only real cover he had.
I rose up and beaded in and shot and hit him in the top of the head and knocked him rolling down the rise.
I sat down behind the wall and looked at Leonard. He said, “Haven’t lost your touch.”
Vanilla Ride smiled at me.
Leonard said, “You wait until there’s some real light, he can shoot the balls off a dog tick.”
“My guess is they won’t wait until it’s light,” I said. “They like it better this way. Daylight comes we can see them better from here than they can see us, and we got cover. In the light, they got dick, so they’ll either cash in now or come soon. I vote that they come ahead.”
Leonard looked at Vanilla Ride, said, “They may not even be after you, though I’d say that shot hit the Volkswagen was close to all of us.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Vanilla Ride said. “They’ve invaded my home. So have you.”
“But we have a truce, right?” I said.
“You came to kill me, didn’t you?”
“That’s right, we did.”
“You’re not too good.”
“We’re tougher and smarter than you think,” I said. “Except for getting sneaked up on. That part, well, we’re not so good.”
“You want the money?”
“It’s not about money,” I said. “It doesn’t even belong to us. You killed a couple of kids and a friend of ours.”
“Business,” she said.
“It didn’t seem like business to us,” I said.
She shifted slightly to a kneeling position, behind the wall. The gun she held shifted too. She said, “I don’t have any reason to believe you two about anything.”
“No, you don’t,” Leonard said. “But I will say this: I just saw one of those bozos cutting low across the bottom of the hill, moving to the left of the house. They’re trying to circle us. They got six and we got three, and we got the house, so in one way we’re better off. In another, they know where we are and we don’t know where they are, and there are more of them than there are of us. So that’s the situation. How’s it gonna be?”