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machine in the middle of the so-called road. "We're close," Jake panted. |
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I fell into step (limped is more accurate) beside the big man, and we searched along the west side of the road until we found the path that headed up the hill. Halfway up I had to stop to get my bearings. My run-in with the quarrelsome creature was taking its toll on me. The legs were working, all right, but not that well. While I caught my breath, Madden unstrapped his .38, twirled the chamber, gave the hunk of crafted metal a critical appraisal and slipped it back in his holster. |
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I lied and said "yes." After all, at this point, we weren't more than 30 or 40 feet from the old woman's door. |
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Every scenario imaginable flashed through my mind on the way up that hillKelto and B.C. held prisoner by that maniacal mountain of madness . . . or, worse yet, both dead . . . or . . . |
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Madden didn't even pretend to knock; he kicked, and the door flew open. |
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If Kelto's face was white, B.C.'s was even whiter. They were in a state of shock. |
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Glenna Austin was again positioned on the far side of the room in her rocking chair, still wrapped in her mismatched shawls designed to shelter her from the chill. As usual, she was glowering, but this time, |
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