Ben gave a sergeant the map of the town, showing where the camouflaged open mine shafts were located, the trip wires, and the punji pits. The sergeant sent a team out to neutralize the traps.
The bodies of the outlaws were dumped down a mine shaft and the opening sealed.
The harnesses and the twin M-16’s were taken down and stored in the back of a truck.
And the kids were finally freed from the old house overlooking the ghost town.
“General!” Captain Nolan’s radio operator called. “Colonel Gray just called in. He’s about two hours away.”
“Thank you,” Ben said. Ben longed for a hot tub of water and a long soak. The smell of gunpowder, sweat, and death clung to them all.
Jordy stood by the stone fence around the old house.
“A damn gutsy bunch of kids, General,” Captain Nolan said.
“They are that,” Ben agreed.
Jordy thought he detected some movement in one of the old broken-down buildings in town. He looked again. Nothing. Must have been mistaken, he thought.
“You kids don’t leave the immediate area,” Ben cautioned them.
There it was again! Jordy thought, looking at the old building. He turned around. “Ben!” he called.
“Yes, son?”’
A rifle cracked. Jordy was flung forward, a hole in his chest.
Roaring with rage, Ben ran to the boy’s side and knelt down in the gathering blood. The bullet had cut the spine, angled off, and exited out through a lung. Pink froth bubbled from the boy’s mouth.
“Take that son of a bitch alive!” Ben growled at Captain Nolan.
“Ben?” Jordy said.
“I’m right here, son.”
“What’s my name, Ben?”
“Jordy Raines.” Ben could not keep the tears from spilling out of his eyes.
“Told you I didn’t have very long to go, didn’t I, Ben?”’
“Yes, you did, boy.”
“But I done good, didn’t I, Ben?”
“You done good, son.”
“It don’t hurt none, Ben. I’m just cold.”
The boy closed his eyes and died.
Chapter 25
Ben covered the boy with his jacket. He stood up, looking down at the boy he had grown to love in just a short time. Waves of emotions splashed over him.
Ben took several deep breaths, calming himself. He turned to Captain Nolan. “Wrap the boy carefully, Captain. Assign a burial detail. There is a Bible in my truck. Have someone get it for me.” His words were tiny bits of chipped ice flying from his inner soul, steaming the air.
“Yes, sir. What name goes on the marker?”
“Jordy Raines. Age ten.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ben looked toward the knot of Rebels gathered around a small crumbling building. They had captured Cowboy Vic.
No one spoke; no one made any attempt to stop Ben as he walked to the house, got his Thompson, and walked down to the building. He stopped in front of Cowboy Vic.
“Got the little son of a bitch, didn’t I?” Cowboy Vic yelled. “Just like Jake and Texas Red tole me to do.” Slobber ran in ropy rivers from both sides of his mouth. “I knowed what they was up to all the time, Raines. Kill the kid, says they. Be shore to kill the kid travelin’ with Raines. Well, I done “er.” He laughed in Ben’s face.
Ben resisted an almost-overpowering urge to smash the butt of the Thompson into the man’s face. He turned his head and looked at the head-frame of the structure that supported the old cable system that operated the cages into the mines.
“Hang him from that!” Ben said, pointing. “Now!”
Ben read a passage from the Bible, and then remembered a passage from Pilgrim’s Way. He thought it appropriate.
“Our roll of honor is long, but it holds no nobler figure. He will stand to those of us who are left as an incarnation of the spirit of the land he loved. He loved his youth, and his youth has become eternal.”
Ben sat alone for a time on the stone fence around the house. He watched as Colonel Gray’s company of Gray’s Scouts pulled in. But he did not leave his place on the fence.
Captain Nolan brought the colonel up to date.
“Filthy swine,” Dan Gray said. “To cold-bloodedly kill a child.” His eyes found the dangling figure of Cowboy Vic. “Is that the bugger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The general will be wanting revenge,” Dan said.
“And I don’t blame him. I have to find out what’s going on.”
Dan walked to Ben’s side.
“General.”
“Dan. How’s it going?”
“Very well, sir. Do I stand the men down for a rest?”
“Yes. Tell them to pitch their tents and relax. We’ll be here for a couple of days.”
Dan knew what was next, but he had to ask. “And then, sir?”’
“We are going on a search-and-destroy mission, Dan. We are going to deal with the enemy with extreme prejudice.”
“We track down the warlords and outlaws and kill all the fuckers.”
“Precisely.”
Whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster.
Poe
Chapter 26
“Your plan ain’t workin’ for shit!” Jake told Texas Red. He had shaken him out of a deep sleep and jerked him out of the blankets.
“Huh?” Red asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“All them damned Rebels is still in the town. Scouts report they’re eating and sleeping and resting. They’re checking equipment and getting ready to move out.”
“Well, goddamn! That’s what we wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Raines is leading them. Two squads of Rebs pulled out yesterday with the kids. They’re headin’ back east. Boy, we got big troubles.”
“Maybe,” Red said, pulling on his boots. “What about Cowboy Vic?”
Jake snorted derisively. “Raines hung the bastard from a tower. He’s still hangin’ there.”
“Way I see this thing, Jake, we ain’t got but one option left us.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”’
Texas Red met the man’s hard look. “Run!”
Ben lingered for a moment in the cold dawn, his eyes on the cross above Jordy’s grave. “There is nothing left to say, Jordy. Nothing at all.”
He turned away from the grave.
“Colonel Gray?”’
“Sir!”
“Are your forward teams in position?”’
“Yes, sir. Ten miles out and holding.”
“Radio contact with the team holding east with the kids?”’
“Yes, sir. Making good progress and reporting no trouble.”
Ben nodded. He removed his beret and ran his fingers through graying hair. He looked at the beret and smiled. He walked to the grave of Jordy and hung the beret on the cross. “You were a good soldier, son. I never served with any better.”
Rani stood and watched Ben, tears running down her cheeks.
Colonel Dan Gray cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. “Damn dust,” he said.
Ben broke the sad spell.
“Move out!”
“Dan says Ben is calm,” Ike said to Cecil. “To use his words, “Too damn calm.””
“You’ve known Ben as long as I have, Ike. You know that when Ben gets this way he’s killing mad. This campaign will be a scorched-earth policy. He’ll kill anybody who gives any type of aid to those outlaws.”
“Not only that,” Tina said, walking up. “Dad will burn the damned towns down. You remember how he was up in Missouri.”
“Only too well,” Ike said.
Cecil turned to the young woman manning the radio. “And what was Ben’s last transmission, again?”
“He said, when I gave him your message to please return to Base Camp One, quoting George Bernard Shaw, “Not bloody likely!””
Tina summed up the feelings of them all. “Oh, shit! Dad is really pissed!”
“Scouts
report a little town just up ahead has given sanctuary to some outlaws, General,” Dan called in on the CB. “It’s some sort of hippie place. To use a very outdated word.”
“You’re certain the … hippies gave them sanctuary voluntarily?”’
“Yes, sir. With open arms.”
“Any kids involved?” Ben asked.
“Therein lies the rub, sir.”
“Shit!” Ben said. “All right, Dan. Surround the town and we’ll play it by ear.”
“It’s not exactly a town, sir,” a scout broke in. “It’s a … a commune.”
“Haven’t heard that word in a good many years,” Ben said.
The column was traveling north on Highway 169. What was left of a tiny village just south of Cienega Mountain had been taken over by a new generation of Love Children. Most of the “Flower Children” were about Ben’s age-at least. It was the most ludicrous sight Ben had witnessed in a long time.
A man who had to be at least sixty years old approached Ben’s truck. He was dressed in a dress.
“Is that man dressed in a dress?” Rani asked.
“Sure looks that way to me,” Ben said.
“Baby killers!” the man yelled, waving a plastic flower at Dan Gray.”
“I beg your pardon!” the Englishman said.
Another group of Love Kids appeared. Average age, mid-fifties. They were chanting as they marched. “Hell, no. We won’t go. Hell, no. We won’t go!”
“I think they have the wrong war,” Ben said.
“Ben, they’re pitiful,” Rani said.
“No,” Ben said. “They’re just middle-aged dropouts, that’s all.”
Ben got out of his truck and walked to the group of men and women. There were a few younger people mixed in, some of them with children by their side. It was the damndest mish-mash Ben had ever seen.
“What the hell is with you people?” Ben asked.
“Impeach Nixon!” a man cried. “Make love, not war.”
“Jane Fonda for President!” a woman yelled.
“You people are hiding some outlaws,” Ben roared, quieting the group of … whatever the hell it was.
“They are under a protective shield of the Children of the Orb,” a man informed Ben. “They have renounced their evil past and wish to partake of nature’s blessings. Now take your baby killers and child rapers and destroyers of the land and leave!” The man stamped his foot on the ground.
“Folks,” Ben said, “I don’t want to hurt any of you … citizens. Just hand over the outlaws and we’ll be on our way.”
“One, two, three, four!” a woman who had to be in her late sixties yelled. “We don’t want your fucking war!”
Dan Gray turned his back so Ben could not see him laughing.
A man wearing pink pedal pushers and a see-through blouse ran up to them. “Stop acid rain!” he screamed. He ran back into the crowd.
“Colonel Gray,” Ben called.
Wiping his eyes, his face red from suppressed laughter, Gray turned around. “Sir!”
“Send a team into the … commune. Find the outlaws and bring them out. Do not-repeat-do not hurt anyone of these … people.”
“Yes, sir. Sergeant Morse, front and center.”
The sergeant ran to Gray’s side. “Sir, these people are whacko!”
“Quite right. What puzzles me is why the outlaws have left them alone for so long.”
“Shit, Colonel. They ain’t got nothing for them to steal.”
“That’s probably it. Bring the outlaws out, sergeant.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir!” a voice called. “They’re slipping out the back way.”
“Watergate sucks!” a man yelled.
Even Ben was grinning as he got back into his truck and slipped it into gear. Rani had her face turned so Ben could not see her grin.
Composing herself, she said, “Is there a lunatic asylum close by?”
“Surely there must be. Either that or they all came from California.”
“Oh, Ben!”
It did not take the Rebels long to round up the outlaws. They caught up with them a few miles outside of the commune, heading north.
They were a sorry-looking, shifty-eyed, and scummy bunch.
“You have two choices,” Ben informed them bluntly. “Either way, you die. Tell me where Jake Campo, Texas Red, and West are hiding and what they’re up to, and you get a bullet-fast and quick. If you don’t cooperate, I take you to the next town and hang you. You have one minute to think about it.”
“Fuck you, Raines!” a burly, pus-gutted man said.
“Sergeant!” Ben said. “Take that man,” he pointed. “And tie him securely. Toss him in the back of a truck for hanging.”
“I’ll make a deal with you, Raines,” another outlaw offered.
The toughness that had enabled Ben to build a thriving Tri-States out of the ashes of total world war surfaced. “No deals. You have all heard my only offer.”
“That ain’t much of an offer, Mister Raines,” a third outlaw spoke.
“It’s about the same as you people offered us back in the ghost town,” Ben countered.
“I ain’t no snitch,” the man said.
He was tied up and tossed in the back of a truck with his buddy.
One outlaw broke and ran. Ben lifted his Thompson and stitched him to the ground.
“I’ll tell you all I know,” another outlaw said. “But it ain’t much.”
Fifteen minutes later, the column pulled out. The dead outlaws were left for the coyotes and wild dogs and vultures.
At a long-deserted ranch, Ben hanged the so-called tough boys … and left them dangling at the final end of their rope.
Once more on the road, heading for the first group of outlaws who were bunched up, waiting to ambush Ben and Rani, Rani looked at him.
“You’re a hard man, Mister Raines,” she said.
“Hard times, Miss Jordan.”
“Approximately a hundred outlaws holed up and hiding out in the foothills of the Davis Mountains,” Dan told Ben. “Scouts report they’re dug in for a long fight.” He put a fingertip on the map. “Right here, sir.”
“Any idea what bunch it is?” Ben asked.
“Man with one foot seems to be the leader.”
“West. Tell your mortar teams to go in and begin setting up. We’ll start softening them up at first light.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rani came to Ben’s blankets that night. But as soon as she did, she realized that sex was not on Ben’s mind. She was far too intelligent a person to think it was something she had done, or to believe that sex was the answer to every problem. She was content to lay in Ben’s arms.
“This may sound like a foolish question, Ben. But how long do you think this … this campaign will last?”
“This particular one won’t last long. Funny you should ask that, Rani.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Dan Gray said something very interesting to me just after we bivouacked. I had thought of it several times, but never with much enthusiasm. It appears, Rani, that the Rebels are the only organized force currently operating in North America with anything other than the looting and raping and killing of innocents in mind. It looks like my Rebels have yet another job facing them.”
“Clearing the land of warlords and outlaws and the like,” Rani said, not putting it in question form.
“Yes.”
“Why, Ben?” she asked, raising up on one elbow to look at him in the darkness. “Why does it always have to be Ben Raines and his people?”
Ben was silent for a time. “Rani, after the war of “88, my people were the only ones who had the courage to stand up to the central government and say to them: No! No, you will not take our guns. No, you will not dictate terms to us. No, we will not bow down and kiss your ass. We were the only ones to build something constructive out of the ashes of war. The only ones, Rani. Our kids grew up with a different set of values. We stressed order and disc
ipline and obeying the laws of our Tri-States. We didn’t stifle free speech or forbid a free press-as a lot of people accused us of doing. Instead we simply imposed a new set of guidelines. If a newspaper in the Tri-States printed something about somebody, you can bet they researched their facts very carefully. Sly innuendo and half-truths and “protected sources” were not allowed. Everything was open and aboveboard, clearly visible for all to see. I think you know more about the Tri-States than you let on. You know what we did out there.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
Ben sighed. “Well, Rani, those kids that we took in to raise, hundreds of them, back in ‘88 and ‘89, are now grown men and women. We proved that a body of government can effectively teach young people to obey the law. I don’t know how historians will treat what we did, and to tell the truth, I really don’t care. But thousands of men and women came together, and together, we erased bigotry and prejudice and most other manmade sins, and proved it could be done. I suppose, Rani, that’s why it’s up to us to take on this new job.”
“And you’re going to take it on, aren’t you, Mister Ben Raines?”’
“I don’t think Mister Ben Raines has a choice in the matter, Rani.”
Chapter 27
Ben stood on a rise and viewed the terrain where the outlaws were dug in. Lowering his binoculars, he said, “They know we’re not taking prisoners, Dan. Either way it goes, they know they’re dead men. There won’t be any offer of surrender from either side. And I will not lose good men and women fighting these scum.”
“No, sir.”
Ben reached down and pulled up a handful of grass. Sparse grass, at best. What there was of it was bone dry. “Ring the area with gasoline and kerosene,” Ben said. “As much as you can find. Burn them out and shoot them.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Rebels began lobbing in heavy mortar fire, using HE and WP rounds. The Rebels were as expert with the mortars as any organized fighting force presently operating anywhere in the world. They dropped in the rounds with deadly accuracy, walking them in behind the outlaws, driving them out of their holes, sending them running toward the thinly burning fires.
Then the Rebels opened up with heavy .50-caliber machine guns, continuing the deadly fire until not an outlaw could be seen standing.
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