Elliot nodded slowly, his cherubic face hanging slack with fatigue. He was preparing to speak when the radio crackled and a voice drifted from the speakers, distorted and faint, fading in and out as it spoke the code words everyone had been waiting to hear.
“Papa Bear, this is Baby Bear. Do you read? Over.”
Chapter 3
Elliot rushed to the radio and snatched the microphone from the startled operator.
“This is Papa Bear. What kept you?” he demanded.
“Ran into some trouble. Unfriendlies on the road.”
“Are you all right?”
“Sam took a bullet, but he’ll make it.”
Elliot and Arnold exchanged a troubled look. “What kind of hostiles?”
“Scavengers. About ten of them. Thankfully they didn’t know what they were doing. But they kept us pinned down for half a day, and when it was over, we had to patch up Sam and tread lightly.”
“You make it to the objective?”
“Affirmative. Appears the plant’s on standby. There’s nobody here but us. I’d say it’s perfect.”
“Can you give us more of a rundown?” Arnold demanded from beside Elliot.
The lead scout spoke in oblique terms, assuring them that there were sufficient buildings intact to house them, and that after a half day of exploration, they’d detected no signs of life. He avoided mentioning the area so any eavesdroppers would learn nothing more than they’d known when he started to speak.
When the scout was done, Elliot nodded to Michael and Arnold and told the man to stay put and radio if there were any developments.
“When do you expect to be here?” the scout asked.
“A few days. Over and out.”
Elliot straightened and eyed Arnold. “That’s one problem taken care of. So now we have to shift into travel mode.”
Arnold cocked his head. “I’ll go with you and the lab equipment. Lucas and Colt can supervise the main group getting to the vehicles. They’re both more than capable.”
Everyone had been issued responsibilities during the meetings that had occupied much of the prior week, and Lucas had reluctantly agreed to ride herd on the caravan in Arnold’s absence. Duke, Colt, and Luis would assist. Colt had spent the last several days clearing and marking a safe route through the mines that lined the canyon, while the trader and the former cartel head had spent much of the time with Lucas at the vehicles.
The gathering broke up, and they emerged from the building into the bright light of the afternoon. The sky overhead was as blue as painted porcelain, with only a few clouds drifting lazily in the distance. The valley stood in stark contrast to the ethereal tranquility: the buildings were largely ruins, and the ground was scarred with shell holes.
Arnold waved to Lucas, who was speaking with Duke and Sierra near the stream while Eve chased her piglet along its banks. Lucas returned the gesture and said something to Sierra before making his way to them.
“Well?” Lucas said, by way of greeting.
“We heard from them. Time to mount up,” Arnold said.
Lucas squinted at the security chief. “Going to take the rest of the day to load the gear and get everyone down the canyon. Probably want to spend the night at the bridge and hit it at first light.”
“I figured. Do the best you can. We’re going over the mountain to the dam. We’ll rendezvous tomorrow and stay in touch on the two-ways,” Arnold said.
“Going to be touch and go with the wounded. No guarantees,” Lucas warned.
Elliot nodded gravely. “I know, but it can’t be helped. Sarah offered to stay here with them and join us later, but we can’t risk discovery if she’s captured. It was a difficult decision, but the right one.” He paused. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“We should be fine. We’re ready. Everyone’s been preparing, so I don’t anticipate any problems,” Lucas said.
“That’s good to hear. We’re going over the trail sometime in the next few hours,” Michael said.
“Then we better get moving,” Lucas agreed, and strode back to where Duke and Sierra were waiting.
It took longer than Lucas had hoped to organize everyone into a ragged column. The wounded were strapped to travois slung behind the strongest horses, while the other animals bore smaller equipment from the machine shop and the medical clinic. Lucas surveyed the line of survivors with Sierra by his side – Duke, Aaron, and Luis heading the column with Colt waiting at the top of the ridge on his horse – and nodded to them.
The trip down the canyon was grim, even after crews from the valley had transferred the visible remains of attackers and their fellow defenders to funeral pyres for cremation. The rocks were still stained with dried blood, every step of the trail a reminder of how close they’d all come to the abyss. Colt led the procession, sticking to a trail that Lucas, Duke, and Luis had been up and down half a dozen times in their search for Magnus’s gold, which had turned out to be a fraction of what he’d been rumored to be transporting – fifty kilos, still a vast fortune, but nothing compared to the hoard Luis had heard about.
They’d divided it up as agreed, but Lucas still had substantial misgivings about his portion of the loot. A superstitious part of him nagged that no good could come from blood money in any shape. Sierra and Duke had done their best to convince him that he’d earned it, but he remained doubtful that he’d done the right thing and reserved the right to parcel it out if he still felt on edge when they reached their final destination.
The column picked its way along the rockslide that had buried so many, the cliff walls sheer and ominously shadowed. A soft wind whistled past and a chill ran up Lucas’s spine, as though the ghosts of the departed were lingering in the ravine, reluctant to let go of their crushed bodies, their turn in any afterlife sure to be as unpleasant as their deaths.
The sun brooded in the western sky like an angry red eye as they finally crossed the rickety wooden bridge over the Rio Grande. The procession stopped at the vehicles gathered along the road, and Lucas dismounted before calling out to the survivors.
“Tend to the wounded and make camp. We’ll load the horses before dawn and be on the road by sunup.”
Sierra joined him with Eve in tow. The little girl’s nose wrinkled at the stink of death that permeated the area even after the bodies had been disposed of, tossed into the river with a prayer. Sierra stared at the long line of vehicles, most pocked with bullet holes or ruined by grenade blasts, and frowned.
“This place gives me the creeps.”
Lucas nodded. “Same here. But it’s only for one night, and then we’re rid of it for good.”
“Which one was Magnus’s?” she asked softly, eyeing the Humvees.
“The one over by the tent. But the engine took a hit from some shrapnel, so it’s staying put. The only two that run are that one and that one,” he said, indicating a pair of vehicles parked on the shoulder. Lucas and Colt had already inventoried the vehicles and selected for the trek four horse trailers with intact tires, two buses that looked to be on their last legs, and the pair of Humvees equipped with .50-caliber Brownings.
Sierra glanced at the horses. “At least we don’t have to ride all the way there.”
“Small mercies.” Lucas looked down at Eve for a moment, who didn’t seem to be listening, and then shifted his attention back to Sierra. “Problem’s the fuel situation. They ran the damn trucks near dry, so we’re not going to make it all the way.”
“I thought it was only a hundred miles or so?”
“More like a hundred and fifty following the road.” Lucas shrugged. “I’m going to help Duke and Aaron siphon what’s left from the buses that are out of commission. Mind pitching a tent for me?”
Eve had wandered out of earshot, and Sierra gave Lucas a knowing smile. “Only if I get a tour later.”
Lucas answered with a smile of his own and then removed the saddlebags and tack from Tango and left the stallion to forage. He made his way to where Duke was standing wi
th Aaron and Luis with a pair of red plastic jerry cans in his hands.
“Going to be like getting blood from turnips,” Lucas advised. “We already checked most of them – they’re close to empty.”
Duke nodded. “But between ’em all, there might be enough to get the trailers and the two buses all the way there.”
“I wouldn’t bank on it.”
The sun was sinking into the mountains as they moved from bus to bus, draining a gallon here, two there. Once both cans were full, Lucas emptied them into the Humvees. “Those are the most important. They’ll eat the least fuel, and they’ve got the big guns,” he explained. “We’ll load them with the more delicate gear and the heaviest of the weapons – when we run out of diesel, no point in working the horses any harder than we have to.”
Bats flitted along the river, giving chase to mosquitoes as the crew worked through dusk. Two hours later they had exhausted what the convoy had to offer. When they finished pouring the last of the cans into the second bus, Duke appraised the fleet in the darkness.
“How far you think we’ll get?” the trader asked.
“Depends on how much these things use. But if we make it more than halfway there, we’ll be lucky.”
“About what I figured. Oh well. Better than nothing.” Duke frowned at Aaron. “Think there are any fish in the river?”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “That’s his not so subtle way of asking me to try to catch dinner.”
“Luis and I will be right beside you. No point digging into our rations if we don’t have to.”
Luis smirked. “I’m a city boy, but I’m willing to give it a go. Not like we have much else to do.”
“That’s the spirit. A rich man who’s willing to do a little work for his supper. The needle’s eye might have just gotten just a little bigger,” Duke joked.
“Better hope so, moneybags,” Luis fired back.
Lucas yawned. “You boys enjoy yourselves. I’m going to get some shut-eye after I check in with the sentries.” Colt had assigned six of the best fighters, all equipped with night vision goggles and on high alert, to take the first watch, to be relieved in five hours. There had been no evidence of looting, but everyone knew it was a matter of time before scavengers materialized to pick the bones clean. The post-collapse world was an efficient place, and nothing went to waste – one man’s loss was another’s gain, everything zero sum in the barren wasteland.
After checking in with the guards, Lucas strode to where Sierra’s tent stood beside his. He unslung the M4 from his shoulder and slid it through his tent opening, and then twisted to where giggling drifted from Sierra’s.
Moments later, the flap lifted and Sierra’s head appeared, a smile in place. Lucas gave an answering grin. “You girls behaving yourselves?” he asked.
She winked. “I can’t speak for Eve, but I’m looking for trouble.”
Lucas sighed. “Best we get some rest. We’re going to be up with the chickens.”
Sierra gave a small pout, but it was clear she understood. “You eat anything?” she asked.
“I’ll gnaw on some jerky. You?”
“We dug into our provisions. Might as well while they’re still fresh. Could be a long time until we taste fruit and vegetables again, especially where we’re heading.”
“Look at the bright side. At least it’ll be freezing.”
“Always silver linings with you.”
Eve’s head poked out next to Sierra’s, and Lucas tipped the brim of his hat. “Good night, ladies. Sleep well.”
“Already?” Eve complained.
“Stay up as long as you want. I’m hitting it,” Lucas said.
Sierra made a face and Eve mimicked it. “Party pooper.”
“Let’s see what tune you’re singing when you’re up before dawn.”
Sierra gave the little girl a quick hug. “He’s got a point.”
Eve nodded with a wisdom beyond her years. They watched as he disappeared into his tent. The rustle and chirping of night creatures around them seemed suddenly louder for his absence, and the thin tent fabric inadequate to shield them from the menacing shadows. Eve scooted closer to Sierra and blinked her big eyes.
“My ears are still ringing from the shells,” she said.
Sierra nodded resignedly. “I know, sweetie. It’ll get better with time.”
“How long?”
Sierra looked up at the heavens, where a thousand stars pulsed like living things, and then back to the little girl, and said with what hope she could muster, “Not much longer now.”
Chapter 4
Green and blue streaked the sky and a neon orange glow spread from the eastern ridge as Elliot forced himself to his feet with a groan. His bones ached from a night spent on the rocky slope beside the trail to the dam, and his sacroiliac felt like a spike had been driven through his back. He drew several deep breaths to steady himself before making his way to where Michael, Arnold, Ruby, and Terry were munching on dry rations while they huddled around a small fire, the night’s chill lingering in the morning air.
Michael looked up as Elliot approached and rose with the ease of the young, his wounded arm giving him only slight difficulty.
“Morning,” Elliot said.
“Morning,” Michael responded. The rest of the group mumbled greetings as Elliot took in the panoramic view of the valley below. The lake and Abiquiu Dam looked like he could reach out and touch them, but he knew it would be another six to seven hours of treacherous trail before they made it there. “We got a broadcast from Lucas. They’re still loading the horses, but they’ll be on their way shortly.”
“Excellent. We should do the same.”
Arnold nodded. “That’s the plan. I told everyone we’d get moving in fifteen minutes.” He checked his mechanical wristwatch. “That was ten minutes ago.”
Terry held up a canteen. “Welcome to some water, if you like.”
Elliot shook his head. “No, thanks. I’ll just find the gents and compose myself.”
The group was smaller than the one with Lucas, only twenty strong, and all capable fighters except Ruby, who had elected to accompany Terry. They’d grown closer over the week since Terry’s near miss with his beloved plane and were now nearly inseparable, easy in each other’s company in a way only those comfortable in their own skins could be.
The party mounted up and resumed the slog down the mountain. The forest road they followed at first quickly degraded to little more than a goat track along the side of a deep gulley, the original trail long before fallen victim to the effects of snow and rain. A line of animals drawing carts loaded with lab equipment and larger gear followed Arnold and Craig, the engineer who’d worked at the dam and who knew the route better than anyone due to his regular trips. They gingerly picked their way along the most perilous stretches as the sun rose and warmed them, the three thousand feet of grade to the lake making the trip easier than the one they’d made yesterday to cross the northern summit pass.
Terry cried out behind Ruby when his horse misstepped. By the time she twisted around to see, one of his heavy burlap sacks had dropped down the side of the ravine and his horse was regaining its footing. Terry’s face was pale and tight at the near miss – it could just as easily have been him falling a hundred feet onto rocks as sharp as knives.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I…I think so. But my bag…”
“What was in it?”
He looked sheepish. “A bunch of spare odds and ends from my hangar. Parts, mostly.”
She studied him as Craig retraced his steps to where they were stopped. “Look at the bright side. No more plane, so you won’t need them.”
He nodded glumly. “I suppose you’re right. Still. A lot of time and work went into sourcing them.”
“How’s your horse?” Craig called to him.
Terry swung down from the saddle and inspected the animal’s leg. He looked up and nodded. “Seems fine. He just got one wrong. Happens to the best of us.�
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“You’re lucky you didn’t follow your sack down,” Craig said. “Mount up. Time’s a-wasting.”
“But I need to get my bag…”
Craig glanced down the steep slope and shook his head. “Not unless it’s absolutely life-threatening to leave it. We’re on a schedule, and we’re running badly behind.”
“Just give me a minute.”
“Terry, that’s going to take more than a minute. More like fifteen, at least, by the time you make it down and hoist it back up, and more like thirty if anything goes wrong. We can’t spare it. Sorry.”
Craig spurred his horse forward, the discussion at an end. They resumed their plodding along the edge of the ravine, moving more cautiously after the near miss, the prospect of a disastrous plunge fresh in everyone’s minds.
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As dawn broke across the alluvial valley, Lucas and Arnold watched the last of the horses loading into the trailers. Sierra sat with Eve nearby, who kept careful watch over Ellie the pig; she’d insisted the animal travel with her instead of with the rest of the livestock, promising to keep an eye on her, and Sierra had reluctantly agreed. It kept her occupied, at any rate. When Duke and Luis returned from the truck at the end of the short column, Luis addressed them.
“That’s it. We can get rolling,” he announced.
Lucas had been reassured at the ex-cartel boss’s willingness to lend a hand, but even more by Duke’s gradually warming to him. The trader was a keen judge of character, and he seemed to think that Luis was, if not reformed, at least uninterested in resuming his wicked ways now that he was a man of means. It probably didn’t hurt that he’d also seen how precarious his perch as the head of the Locos had been, the gang’s longevity seriously in question once the Crew recovered and moved back into Pecos in earnest.
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