normalcy to their appearance. Selena supposed that they could afford to dress fancier than others because of their unique lifestyle. She was suddenly glad to be able to provide them with clothes they could real y use, that would last a very long time.
“So how is life on the road? Shane asked Jack as he chewed.
“Suits us just fine,” Jack answered.
Amy scoffed.
“Wel , most of us,” he amended with a guilty half-smile. “At first we were just looking for anyone who had their shit together but that little effort was doomed to failure.
We wound up in the habit of staying on the move because we didn’t real y want to live like any of them did. Most places where people settled, they’re breaking their backs and barely getting by. Can’t seem to stay organized. Either there’s a leader the others hate or there’s no leader and nothing gets decided without a twelve hour meeting.”
“Sounds awful,” Selena muttered with a little smile.
“Sorry. Meant no disrespect.”
“No, it’s not the way things are where we live,” she explained.
Jack waited a moment for her to elaborate, but once again he was disappointed.
“Where are your people from Selena?”
“ My people?”
“Your parents. Their parents. I can’t figure out your ethnicity,” Jack said as he began exploring her with his eyes once again.
“Oh,” she said, feeling immediately self-conscious and hoping the long word meant what she thought. She dropped her eyes to her food again and answered, “My mother was Spanish and my father was Asian, with a bit of European mixed in.”
“Asian? Which country?” he pressed.
“Korea.”
“Ah.”
As she’d been told, the combination was quite lovely. Her skin was a rich, almond tan and her deep brown eyes had just a hint of exotic curve to their shape. Her build was slim, but not lacking in curves.
“So what is your last name?” he continued idly.
She hesitated. “Cartwright.”
Jack lifted a brow. “I could be wrong, but that doesn’t sound terribly Korean.”
“He was adopted,” she clarified, hoping he wouldn’t ask about her grandparents. She knew their blood was European, but had never asked about their origins more specifical y. Fortunately, his curiosity seemed satisfied.
A few moments of quiet passed as Selena finished the last of her food. She didn’t want to look at Jack and she didn’t want to see him looking at her.
And how on earth did you get that rig?” asked Shane, breaking the silence.
Jack smiled, looking like the cat that swal owed the canary. “No one thinks to go exploring museums for some reason.”
“No way,” Shane laughed. “Real y? I didn’t think they had anything functional. Thought they were al replicas or something. Damn. I mean, if we had one in that useless town over the hil s we’d have had ourselves a look, but there’s nothing like that there.”
“Wel , this was a very lucky find. Had a col ection from the Old West. You know, the whole cowboy thing. The reason it was stil in working condition was because the whole town was a tourist attraction where they liked to reenact the old western way of life. I think they built this one new, but they made it the old-fashioned way. We found some real useful stuff there. I figured a lot was left behind early on because there was no water in the area.”
“That’s great,” Shane said, thoroughly entertained.
“Whereabouts was that?”
“Just a little town somewhere in Arizona. Doubt I could even find it again, to be honest.”
Shane stood and stretched, grabbing up his pack and lying out his bedrol .
“Wel it’s definitely one of the coolest things I’ve seen since the Crash,” he said as he lay down.
Selena happily fol owed his example and was glad to hide under her blanket where Jack’s eyes couldn’t fol ow.
fol ow.
He was unusual y wel spoken and she guessed that had something to do with al the books she’d seen in the wagon, but didn’t plan to ask him about it. That