And then he’d ask if any of them wanted to join him. They’d politely refuse, as Tortoids did, and they’d all go their separate ways back into the wasteland of Devaney’s Barren.
Arnie retraced his steps. The moon was bright enough for him to see the shadows of his hoofprints. He followed them without any guidance from Micah and when the false dawn lit the world around them, the oasis was on the near horizon. Arnie ran, clearly seeing his footing arriving as the first orange arcs of the new daylight’s sun peeked over the horizon.
Micah jumped down, sore from riding the great creature all night. The padded seat of the wagon would be welcome for the rest of the trip. Arnie headed to the lake for a drink while Braden and Micah embraced, happy to be back together and have a plan to shorten the time they were away from their children.
Taking the Plunge
They spent the daylight gathering soybeans for the rest of the journey. According to Holly, everyone could survive off them, even the Hillcat. G-War was appalled at the idea, agreeing that if death was imminent, he’d consider eating them, but it wasn’t a given.
They ensured the water tanks on the wagon were filled, both casks and flasks were filled too, and they rested as well as they could. When the time came, leaving was easy. Brandt pulled the wagon, Arnie walked next to him, and everyone else rode inside. Without Aadi and some of their provisions, there was more room. There was no ceremony. When they were ready, even though it was still warm and the sun had yet to touch the horizon, they left.
They went at an easy pace at first to keep both Aurochs from overheating. It took a while for the air to cool, once the sun set. After that, Brandt settled into an easy jog. The wagon was no burden at all. It had been in the sun all day, letting the solar panels charge the system that propelled the wheels. The King couldn’t feel any weight from the wagon. He suggested all wagons should be built that way.
‘This is like running free, but we get old, don’t we?’ Brandt told them all with his booming thought voice. He was afraid to reinjure his leg, so was running only as fast as he could see in front of him.
“Speak for yourself, old man! I’d like to think I have a lot of good years left, assuming Androids don’t slice off any more pieces.” Micah and Zeller nodded, trying not to stare at the stumps of fingers on Braden’s left hand. He waved his hand at them and Micah batted it away.
‘After this run, my friends, I may have to settle down.’ Brandt turned serious. ‘There’s much to do with the herd, and I’d like to be the one who does it.’
“Then we’ll make sure you get what you want. You’ve earned every good thing that comes your way, Brandt Earthshaker, King of the Aurochs. We’ll do whatever you need us to do,” Braden said and Micah nodded. The King picked up his pace as the moon rose and lit their way. They rushed forward, far more quickly than Braden had done with the cart and horses. He’d planned for ten turns, but the trip had taken four because the horses pushed hard back then.
Braden accessed his neural implant, knowing that Holly would respond instantly. Holly was always awake. ‘Holly, how long do you think it will take us to clear the desert, assuming we can maintain this pace?’ Braden had an idea, but knew Holly would consider issues that the humans hadn’t taken into account.
‘Looks like three days to me, Master Human, assuming you maintain your current pace and you break before sunrise to set up the tent. I’m glad that is working for you,’ Holly stated.
‘Holly! If I didn’t know you were a computer, I’d think you were trolling for a compliment. I have to say, between the wagon and the tent, you’ve made it very easy for us to travel. So, you deserve the compliment. Well done, Holly! And thank you. I was going to ask you to dispatch a Development Unit to start building an oasis halfway between 03 and the northern border of the desert, but we found out two humans on horseback made it to Oasis 03. I think we need to wait until we can ensure the security of both the north and the south.’
‘Alarming, Master Braden. What happened to the humans?’ Holly asked.
‘They ran afoul of the Seeders and then Tiskanay the Gila Monster took care of the rest.’
‘I shall await your instructions. The Development Unit will be working diligently to clean up the carnage your caravan left behind in the fields. The Unit could be working on a fabricator, but it won’t have time now. You’ll have to bring your own food when you return, but I expect you won’t listen to me and the water buffalo will completely lay waste to the fields, destroying three years’ worth of work,’ Holly said abruptly.
‘Holly, I think you have a soft spot for the Development Unit here, in the middle of nowhere, just trying to live through each day,’ Braden laughed. ‘We’ll do what we can but you know you’re right. The water buffalo will tear through that field in short order. We won’t be at 03 long and then we’ll keep moving. It would help if the Unit could carry some feed with us half the way to 02, because there is nothing to eat there. We’ll be fine once we reach 01.’ Braden minimized the window after one last check of the map.
They made slow and steady progress through the night, stopping right before sunrise to set up the tent. They found an old river bed and Braden was able to dig out an area that was much cooler. The furred and feathered creatures nestled in tightly, forcing the humans to take turns digging spots for themselves. They drank and ate sparingly. Even with the dawn, it was still too hot to eat, although G-War disputed that. He was ready for something fresh and turned up his nose at the last bits of smoked pork. So Bounder and Gray Strider ate it without hesitation.
Then G-War wanted it. They shrugged at him and went back to the den that Braden had dug for them. It was well into the morning and the humans were exhausted from digging in the heat to create cools spots for the Aurochs to rest. Everyone wanted enough space where they weren’t touching another. Patrice and Delavigne slept apart but leaned toward each other, with only their noses touching. Braden and Micah fell asleep holding hands. Zeller snored until Micah kicked her, and she rolled over.
By the third night, the wagon riders were getting antsy. Ride, sleep when they weren’t really tired, then ride some more. The Wolfoids took to running with Brandt for brief stretches, but it was too hot for that kind of exercise. Their bodies had started shedding hair and the inside of the wagon looked a mess with the clumps of long gray Wolfoid hair intermixed with the finer white threads from the Rabbits. It was so bad that Zeller took a shirt and wiped out the wagon after the last stop. It seemed that a cloud of hair perpetually hung in the air within the wagon.
Braden saw the care that Zeller was taking of the wagon. They’d destroyed hers and weren’t working as Free Traders anymore. He hadn’t thought about what would happen with the wagon when they returned. Clearly, Zeller had. He put the issue to rest with one sentence. “We’ll do our best not to destroy your new wagon.”
She beamed in response, instantly telling Arnie the good news over their mindlink. Micah squeezed his hand. ‘What do we need it for?’ he told her over their mindlink, hoping that he was only talking with his partner.
‘We don’t. I wondered how long it was going to take you to figure it out,’ she told him. He wasn’t surprised that she was ahead of him. He didn’t think about things like that. To him, the important issue was Brandt’s knee. One destroyed wagon didn’t matter when they had everything they needed with the Old Tech wagon.
He switched to his out loud voice. “When the sun rises today, it will rise over the southern edge of the Bittner Mountains. If we haven’t already reached the green plains of the north, we will keep going until we get there. We’re close. I sense a change in the air. There’s a nice stream with a small pond where we can restock our water, hunt, and rest until the new sunrise, then we’ll go to Whitehorse and see what there is to see.” Braden sounded philosophical as he described what lay before them.
They waited for what the false dawn would show them. Later than usual since the sun was rising behind the mountains to the east, the daylight spread quickly
. They had already reached the green scrub grass that bordered the Great Desert. Braden thought it had crept further south than he remembered. He pointed Brandt in the direction of the stream and pond where he kicked off his biggest adventure all those cycles ago.
Skirill and Zyena took to the sky, showing the companions that the remainder of the morning’s trip would be uneventful over fairly smooth terrain. The Hawkoids flew quickly past the pond and Skirill winked at his mate as they beat their wings hard to gain altitude. They turned their heads toward the high peaks where Skirill had met Teelech and Awkar. He wanted Zyena to see that other Hawkoids lived on Vii.
He didn’t know why it was important to him, but it was. He wanted to show those two upstart Hawkoids that his life with humans had been most rewarding. Maybe he’d make another pitch to them about building a stronger Hawkoid Nation, one that partnered with the humans and even traded with them.
More likely, he and Zyena would return after listening to the others’ narrow-minded answers and imminent dismissal. He started to get angry, but Zyena calmed him without effort. She told him simply that it didn’t matter. They’d say hello to the others and then they’d go their separate ways. It was nice being in the north. She looked forward to whatever Braden had in store for them, whatever Skirill could show her of his old home.
They flew onward and upward.
Brandt started running as he could see well in the morning sun. It wasn’t too hot either. Braden tried to remember what season it was. Fall, maybe? The wagon responded almost magically as the King of the Aurochs pounded toward the landmark rocks around the pond. A stand of trees stood in the background. Braden enjoyed the smell, closing his eyes to take it all in.
“Welcome to Warren Deep,” Braden said, knowing that people from the south only referred to it as the north.
G-War vibrated in anticipation. ‘Deer, very close,’ he said. Without hesitation, Braden pulled his bow from behind him and prepared to hunt. Micah also prepared her bow, which pleased Braden. He’d let her take the shot. G-War grumbled, but Braden insisted. Micah told the ‘cat that she would try not to let him down. He could only think of the debacle above White Beach where he was hungry and the humans were messing around, not shooting his dinner.
Arnie ran peacefully alongside Brandt as they approached the pond. They slowed to a jog, then a walk, stopping next to the stream as it exited the small body of water. G-War vaulted from Brandt’s head, took a quick drink, then disappeared into the trees. Once unhooked from the harness, Brandt waded into the pond with Arnie close behind. They faced upstream as they drank heartily.
“Look what you’re doing to the water,” Braden complained, watching the dirt as it swirled from the legs of the Aurochs. The water flowed quickly enough that the water soon cleared. Arnie and Brandt didn’t bother to mumble an apology. They’d done most of the work to get the caravan through the desert. Unashamedly, they both laid down in the pond. Braden shook his head as the rest of them walked around to the inlet stream and drank of the fresh and very cool water.
The Wolfoids told the humans to put their bows away as they bolted into the forest. Braden and Micah still wanted to shoot and sensed a contest was underway. They took off at a dead run chasing the Wolfoids. Zeller chuckled as she watched the hunters head out to demonstrate their individual prowess.
She took off her boots and dangled her feet in the water. The Rabbits sat near her, finding the heavy grasses growing along the edge of the stream to be particularly tasty. It had been awhile since they had anything fresh. No one enjoyed fresh greens more than the Rabbits from the spaceship.
Skirill flew toward the peak where he’d last seen the Hawkoid nest. As he and Zyena approached, he didn’t see any signs of the others. He flew to the nest, landing on its edge. It had been abandoned at least a cycle ago. He looked around and then launched himself into the air. He flew higher, until he could barely breathe. He was flying even with the highest peaks of the Bittner Mountains, yet still saw no sign of other Hawkoids. They’d probably gone back north to join the others.
With a last look, they both circled slowly downward, heading for the rocks where they knew the companions were resting and getting ready for the next phase of the journey.
The buck screamed as it tried to ram its antlers into Bounder’s side. Gray Strider hung on the deer’s back, trying to get a better grip on its neck. This beast was far larger than those they encountered in the south. Bounder danced back and forth as he tried to find an opening to attack. Braden and Micah had their arrows ready to fire, but didn’t want to risk hitting Gray Strider.
Bounder jumped back as the buck feinted and darted toward the trees, ramming Gray Strider into a low branch and knocking her off its back. One heartbeat later, two arrows embedded themselves into the deer’s side. It stumbled and ran headfirst into the next tree. He collapsed against the tree and after two more breaths, he was dead.
G-War appeared in the tree above the buck, waiting impatiently for the humans to pull out their knives and get to work. Braden, Micah, and Bounder ran to Gray Strider’s side. She stood shakily, snorting and shaking her head, trying to clear it. Her eyes focused slowly and she looked from one anxious face to the next.
‘I’m okay,’ she finally said. ‘They make them bigger up here, don’t they?’
‘Hungry,’ the ‘cat interjected. After a quick scratch behind Gray Strider’s ears, the humans got to work. G-War appeared between them, trying to snake his ‘cat head into the choice bits before they were removed.
“Come on, G! When’s the last time you ate?” Braden asked.
‘None of that will matter in a few bounds of time,’ G-War said over the mindlink as his tongue stuck out of his mouth in hungry anticipation.
With a great surge, Braden went elbow-deep into the beast’s chest cavity and pulled out its warm heart. He handed it to the ‘cat, who clamped onto it with his fangs and ran for the nearby underbrush.
They finished cleaning the deer, leaving the skin on until they dragged it back to their camp. There was plenty for all with the one buck, and they’d be able to smoke a good portion, too. It was a great hunt and the humans claimed victory, so Bounder dragged the heavy carcass back to the camp site. Braden and Micah picked up kindling and firewood along the way. G-War was nowhere to be seen.
The Rabbits turned away as the group approached. They said they’d never understand the need to eat other creatures, even if they weren’t intelligent.
The Aurochs had left the pond and were grazing to the west where the prairie grasses grew tall. Between the three humans, the buck was sliced and diced into parts and pieces primed for quick cooking and eventual smoking. The Wolfoids got the fire going and in no time, those who enjoyed their venison cooked were digging in. They ate more than they should have, including eating some of the supplies they brought. After the hunt, they didn’t feel like scrounging for tubers or other vegetables, although Patrice and Delavigne volunteered to see what they could find. Without waiting for anyone to answer, they hopped off for the woods.
Skirill and Zyena returned while the meal was cooking. They were able to snag some choice raw bits. Braden and Micah didn’t try throwing the pieces in the air. After the long flight to the mountain tops and back, they simply hand-fed the Hawkoids.
The companions were relaxing around the fire, enjoying the midday sun as a cool breeze blew down from the mountains. The Aurochs were back and laying down, resting after both a long night and a long morning. G-War finally ambled back to the group, looking like he still needed a nap. The hair on his heavily scarred body stood up at odd angles. The bite mark stood out vividly on his ear. He stopped, squinted into the distance, hackles rising.
‘They come,’ he told them.
Braden was off like an arrow shot from his bow, heading for the wagon. He leapt into it and pulled at their packs, throwing swords out the back. The blasters were buried so he threw the packs out to a waiting Micah. Zeller was still trying to figure out what happened. The Rabb
its always wore their harnesses, but their laser pistols were in the wagon. They jumped inside and prepared to fight from there. Brandt was up in an instant, looking around for the imminent threat.
The ‘cat was never wrong when he gave that alarm. Brandt started yelling at Arnie to rouse himself, who panicked and ran into the wagon, nearly knocking it over.
The humans ran for cover. Braden and the Rabbits fell, but the padding inside the wagon kept them from getting hurt. With one last effort, he threw the Wolfoid’s spears out the back. Everyone took their turn yelling at Arnie. When Braden finally jumped from the wagon, he looked around at the chaos. The companions were facing in different directions in such a way that no one would have been able to fight.
“Which way, G, and what’s coming?” Braden asked while pointing at people and creatures to better positions.
‘The plains. The wild boars are back,’ G-War said while licking his paw to clean his face. Braden looked at the ‘cat, holding his hands up in question. ‘They’re coming, but there are only three of them…’
Micah put her hands on her hips and glared at the ‘cat, before looking at the others. “I guess we weren’t ready. If there had been a real threat, we’d have been in trouble,” she said solemnly.
“Thanks, G. Once again, you’ve seen what we did not. If only we had a broom, we could show our appreciation!” Braden took a quick step toward the Golden Warrior, who simply narrowed his eyes at his human as if issuing a dare. Braden knew better than to challenge the ‘cat.
“Let’s talk about what we need to do, how we need to be ready, as soon as we dispatch our porcine fellows who shouldn’t be far off. Skirill, if you would be so kind as to show us where they are, we can add a little variety to our diet. No disrespect intended to Patrice or Delavigne.” Braden nodded in their direction. Their pink noses twitched as they harrumphed in their high-pitched Rabbit voices.
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