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and to thank you all, yet again, for everything that you've done."
He smiled across at his son. "What would you say, dear boy?"
"That parting is such sweet sorrow, Father."
Doc Tanner beamed at Jamie.
Mildred nodded. "Even I know that. Romeo and Juliet , isn't it?"
Jamie blushed. "Yes, it is." He looked at Ryan. "Forgive my asking, and I know
that I've asked you this a lot of times in the past few days, ever since you
came back from scorching the brushwooders' camp"
"But can Dean stay here with you for a while?" Ryan completed. "And the
answer's still the same. I'd be happy enough, but the decision is my son's.
Not mine."
"Thanks," Dean muttered, eyes fixed resolutely on his feet. "But we all stay
together."
Trader slapped him on the shoulder. "Nothing's forever, boy. Time comes when
everyone has to move on.
Fucking better or worse. Way life is."
Dean swallowed hard. "I know that's true, Trader. And me and Dad've talked
some about about making changes. But not yet, not now. Got to go a little
farther down the line. But I like being here and I like you, Jamie. Be good if
we could sort of meet again."
"Farther down the line?" Jamie grinned, then got up and offered his hand to
Dean.
The two boys shook, watched approvingly by the others.
Baron Weyman broke the silence, coughing into a white linen kerchief. "Forgive
me. Time passes and you must be gone. You're sure you don't want an escort to
the coast?"
Ryan shook his head. "Appreciate the offer, Baron. But I think we can handle
any raggle brushwood remainder that might've made it through the mutie pigs
and the scabbies and the sulfur swamps. Thanks, anyway."
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THEY HAD their armament, clothes washed and patched, wounds treated and
rebandaged.
Rainey and a couple of sec men rode with them as far as the remains of the
camp, stopping there to lead back the string of horses that the friends had
borrowed. It was late morning when they finally parted company, after the
briefest of farewells, and headed west on foot, toward the ocean and the raft.
There was far too much death between them and the solemn-faced sec boss for
any more cordial goodbyes.
Trader walked with Ryan.
"Don't know which is the worse stink," he commented. "Sulfur all around us in
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this bastard fog, or the smell of those bodies rotting away back there."
"You and me've smelled more bodies than sulfur over the years, Trader," Ryan
said.
The older man shrugged the Armalite to a more comfortable position on his
shoulder. "Ain't that the truth, Brother Cawdor? Sure have seen too much
chilling."
"Likely see plenty more." Behind them, the vultures that had been scared off
into the misty sky came flapping down again on their wide, leathery wings.
There hadn't been that much left of the brushwood dead after the pigs and the
carrion eaters had taken their pleasure of them.
There were only a few pathetic tangled piles of gnawed bone and sinew between
the wrecked camp and the beginning of the sulfur pools and hot springs.
"FOG'S THICKENING a lot, lover."
"Yeah. Wind's freshening, as well. Blowing dead behind us, from the Sierras.
Could be some seriously bad weather to come. Sky's black as an Apache tear."
Krysty's hair was curled tightly around her nape against the miserable, damp
weather.
"Least we can get on the raft, paddle across the strait and make the jump.
Reckon we should be at the coast in about fifteen minutes."
They had come through the seething, blighted terrain without serious harm to
any of them. Jak's ankle was still giving him trouble, and he had once
stumbled over some loose stones and nearly fallen into one of the boiling
springs. But his amazing reflexes had saved him.
The whole region still carried the sickly smell of overbroiled meat.
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Much of it was pork, with several of the smaller basins of scalding mud choked
with the corpses of the stampeded herd of pigs, the meat already tumbling from
the white bones. There was also evidence that more of the brushwooders had
perished in that bleak and dreadful place.
The lower half of a woman's body lay on the winding path, several chomping
bites ripped from the thighs.
The upper half of the corpse was immersed in brightly boiling, salted water.
It wasn't possible to tell any difference between boiled pork and boiled
human.
Doc chose that place to offer an academic lecture on how cannibals in the
South Seas used to call human flesh "long pig" because of its alleged
similarity in terms of texture, smell and flavor.
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