[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

his fingers, as if savoring the taste by touch. He tilted his head and glanced
at Mildred. "Concerning all the volcanic activity and radiation residue, would
it be wise to partake of this repast?"
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/J...%20Deathlands%20038%20-%20Mars%2
0Arena.html (84 of 291) [12/29/2004 10:49:27 PM]
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%20038
%20-%20Mars%20Arena.html
"Those fruits could be holding in some radioactive waste," Mildred admitted.
"If do," Jak said, "can't be much." He waved at the roasting meat. "They
eating it."
"Then let's eat," J.B. said. "Small as they are, if there was anything in them
going to kill a body, they'd have died off."
Ryan squatted long enough to pull off a haunch. The animal looked like a
ground squirrel of some type, but was the size of a chicken. Surprisingly
there was a fair amount of meat on the bones.
He dropped the Steyr over his shoulder and took up a handful of tomatoes and
berries.
There appeared to be plenty of both. He walked to a nearby outcrop and
unlocked his knees until he was in a squatting position that wouldn't allow
him to be easily skylined against the mountain.
Krysty came up behind him, her hands as laden as his. Ryan looked at her,
seeing the pinched worry lines over the bridge of her nose as she stared out
beyond the pass. "Did you have any bad dreams about Dean?"
She hesitated, then shook her head. "I don't remember dreaming at all, I was
so tired. I
know I stood watch, stayed awake during the whole time, but I don't remember
that too clearly, either."
Ryan knew something was bothering his red-haired lover, but she also knew he
wouldn't ask. When she was ready to talk about it, she would. It was how
things were between them.
Scanning the eastern horizon, Ryan said, "It's been a long time. I need to see
him again."
Krysty put an arm across his back and hugged him. "I know, lover. We've all
missed him."
"I have to ask myself, though, if he's going to be ready to leave the friends
he's made at that school and take up this hard traveling life of ours again."
DEAN WAS READY to be anywhere in all of Deathlands except where he was right
at that moment. He sat in one of the straight-backed chairs outside Nicholas
Brody's office,
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/J...%20Deathlands%20038%20-%20Mars%2
0Arena.html (85 of 291) [12/29/2004 10:49:27 PM]
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%20038
%20-%20Mars%20Arena.html arms crossed over his chest and fidgeting. He
couldn't seem to find a comfortable place to put his hands.
Page 51
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Jake sat across from him on the small desk where the secretary kept all the
records and bits of school business intact and organized. A spray of dried
flowers from one of the gardens filled a light green blown-glass vase from the
art department.
The door opened, and Dean's heart leaped to the back of his throat.
Phaedra Lemon stepped into the outer office, wearing the light-colored blouse
and denim skirt that were the school's uniform for its female students.
Dean's jaw almost dropped. He hadn't expected her there.
"My dear," Nicholas Brody said in that officious way of his, "I certainly
appreciate your willingness to involve yourself in reporting this case of
scandalous behavior on the part of these young men. Rest assured, then, that I
will do my utmost to resolve these conflicts straightaway."
Phaedra started to say something.
Brody shushed her with an uplifted hand. "My dear, really. I've troubled you
for enough of your time."
"Yes, sir." Phaedra dropped a short curtsy, then turned on her heel and walked
to Dean.
"I did my best to explain to Mr. Brody that you were only returning an earring
of a friend's that I'd lost. I told him I thought it was a most gallant thing
to do."
"Uh, okay." Dean gazed at her and blinked. Suddenly hot, he pulled at his
shirt collar, thinking it had to have shrunk since he'd put it on that
morning. He glanced at Brody.
The headmaster stood in the doorway, hands locked behind his back in a
familiar pose.
His broad face was unreadable.
Phaedra left without another word, her vanilla scent lingering after her.
"Mr. Cawdor," Brody said. "If you would, please." He stepped aside and waved
inside his office.
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/J...%20Deathlands%20038%20-%20Mars%2
0Arena.html (86 of 291) [12/29/2004 10:49:27 PM]
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%20038
%20-%20Mars%20Arena.html
Dean pushed himself out of the chair and swallowed hard. Muties or stickies,
he thought, a dozen of them or two dozen, and him armed only with a pea
shooter, that would be better than walking into that room.
But he went.
Chapter Fourteen
"Tracks," Ryan told J.B.
The Armorer walked forward, automatically unslinging the S&W M-4000
scattergun.
Behind the round lenses, his hawk-sharp eyes surveyed the broken terrain. The
sun blazed down, growing hotter and melting the snow even more rapidly. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

  • zanotowane.pl
  • doc.pisz.pl
  • pdf.pisz.pl
  • moje-waterloo.xlx.pl

    •