said.
“I did too. Cox changed his mind.”
“Well, shit.” The men stared at the sky for a few seconds.
“Yeah, so how’s it going with your men?” Wyatt asked.
“They were pretty messed up after yesterday, but I’m getting them back together,” Gary replied.
“Good. So we’ll be good to go in the morning?”
“Yep. We’ll be out there before the sun comes up, just like any good hunters.”
“You know, Garrett’s an idiot, but he’s right. We really don’t know anything. Shouldn’t we scout around before we head out?” Wyatt asked.
“Garrett wants to do it. Let’s let him do it.”
Chapter 10 – 9
Terry repeated his speech twice more. One group had responded almost as well as Jared’s neighborhood, and another seemed entirely indifferent to Terry’s plea. Unfortunately, he was unable to finish with the group on the square. A convoy of pickup trucks roared by just as Terry was running out of things to say to the frowning crowd. He quickly excused himself and set off in pursuit. Seth rode on the passenger side with his rifle set into the gun port in the base of the windshield. Terry once again sent a silent thank you to whoever had built Big Bertha. Terry drove in bursts. using the terrain to stay within sight, but hopefully without being spotted by the men piled in the beds of the enemy trucks. As a result, he only saw the small convoy three times on Highway 41. Terry was sure he had lost them when he saw the telltale cloud of dust where they had turned off the highway a quarter mile short of the Blanton Chapel turnoff. The convoy was driving up a long gravel track to the remains of a farmhouse that had once been the headquarters of a big dairy farm south of Teeny Town. Terry decided the only smart course of action was to give warning to the community. He put his foot on the floor and accelerated down the final stretch to the front guard houses. Terry drove through the ditch and around to the back of the first house in line, stopping just short of the row of tables that had been set on the grass. Terry, Seth, Sally, and Suze slid off the seat and up onto the porch.
Terry tried to tell the first person he saw, but the tall teenaged boy said, “We got it, Terry. Bill wants you on the roof.”
“The roof?”
“Yeah, this way.”
The young man led them upstairs to a ladder that had been set in a hole in the hallway ceiling. Terry climbed up and found himself next to a wooden platform, a smaller version of the fighting platforms on the backsides of the barn roofs in Teeny Town. Bill was sitting one of several folding chairs, resting his injured leg. Someone had strung a phone line up through the portal to the roof, and Bill was talking quietly on the massive old phone. Jeffry Hall was perched forward, behind the peak of the roof. He was using a quilt to insulate himself from the heat of the shingles and had his rifle pointed somewhere out in the fields beyond the road. One of his sniper crew was in a similar position on the far end of the roof.
Terry was afraid to interrupt whatever was happening. He stepped out onto the platform without speaking and sat in the chair next to Bill. Seth and Sally followed Terry up the ladder. When Bill saw Susanne appear, he covered the phone with his hand and asked Seth to take her back to her support group, and then come back. Seth complied without a word, waving Suze back down the ladder. He understood that Bill didn’t want Suze to see and hear the action in the field. Terry handed Seth his keys to the truck, but Seth handed them right back.
Terry was trying to help, but he realized that Seth was thinking ahead. The truck makes noise. He also wondered if Seth was just trying to extend his time with Suze before things became too intense. Terry stuffed the keys back in his pocket, and caught a glimpse of the pair walking back through the front gate to Teeny Town.
Bill set the phone handset back in its cradle. “Hey, Miss Sally. Hey, Terry. How’d
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