Damnation Alley

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Authors: Roger Zelazny
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asked for a transfer when the guy started bugging you."
    "I know. If it was happening today, that's probably what I'd do. I was mad, though, and I used to get mad a lot faster than I do now. I think I'm smarter these days than I was before."
    "If you make it on this run and you go home afterward, you'll probably be able to get your job back. Think you'd take it?"
    "In the first place," said Tanner, "I don't think we'll make it. And in the second, if we do make it and there's still people around the town, I think I'd rather stay there than go back."
    Greg nodded.
    "Might be smart. You'd be a hero. Nobody'd know much about your record. Somebody'd turn you on to something good."
    "The hell with heroes," said Tanner.
    "Me, though, I'll go back if we make it."
    "Sail round Cape Horn?"
    "That's right."
    "Might be fun. But why go back?"
    "I've got an old mother and a mess of brothers and sisters I take care of, and I've got a girl back there."
    Tanner brightened the screen as the sky began to darken.
    "What's your mother like?"
    "Nice old lady. Raised the eight of us. Got arthritis bad now, though."
    "What was she like when you were a kid?"
    "She used to work during the day, but she cooked our meals and sometimes brought us candy. She made a lot of our clothes. She used to tell us stories, like about how things were before the war. She played games with us, and sometimes she gave us toys."
    "How about your old man?" Tanner asked him after a while.
    "He drank pretty heavy, and he had a lot of jobs, but he never beat us too much. He was all right. He got run over by a car when I was around twelve."
    "And you take care of everybody now?"
    "Yeah. I'm the oldest."
    "What do you do?"
    "I've got your old job. I run the mail to Albuquerque."
    "Are you kidding?"
    "No."
    "I'll be damned! Is Gorman still the supervisor?"
    "He retired last year, on disability."
    "I'll be damned! That's funny. Listen, down in Albuquerque do you ever go to a bar called Pedro's?"
    "I've been there."
    "Have they still got a little blonde girl plays the piano? Named Margaret?"
    "No."
    "Oh."
    "They've got some guy now. Fat fellow. Wears a big ring on his left hand."
    Tanner nodded and downshifted as he began the ascent of a steep hill.
    "How's your head now?" he asked when they'd reached the top and started down the opposite slope.
    "Feels pretty good. I took a couple of your aspirin with that soda I had."
    "Feel up to driving for a while?"
    "Sure, I could do that."
    "Okay, then." Tanner leaned on the horn and braked the car. "Just follow the compass for a hundred miles or so and wake me up. All right?"
    "Okay. Anything special I should watch out for?"
    "The snakes. You'll probably see a few. Don't hit them, whatever you do."
    "Right."
    They changed seats, and Tanner reclined the one, lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, crushed it out, went to sleep.
    The bell drowned his every seventh word, but since he had said his words more than seven times over, nothing was really lost upon the eight steadfast listeners who huddled on the benches before him: five women and three men in various stages of age and distress. Others came, stood in the distance near to the streetlight, listened for a time, hurried on, for a light rain was beginning to fall, and that which he was saying was not altogether new.
    His clerical collar was frayed, and there was a bandage about his right hand which seemed dirtier each time that he gestured with it, which was often.
    His beard seemed recent, his black suit ancient.
    "The marks are upon my body, ...... they tell me my days are ......!" he said, his eyes as dark and moist as the night and the rain, as glistening as the streetlight. "And I say that it is ...... judgment. We are all of us, ...... and every one of us, man, ...... and child, judged in these, the ...... days, and found to be guilty! ...... is what caused this thing to ...... upon us, you may be sure! ...... and nothing else! You see it ...... day of your lives! And now ...... is

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