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“South, sooner we can get away from racist assholes, the better. “
    She said nothing, merely glared at him. Turning to me, she said “You better keep your pet nigger in check, there, Nick. There ain’t no NAACP to protect his ass anymore. It’s a changed world.”
    “No problem,” I said, standing up, but leaning back so that I didn’t catch any of her foul breath. We made our way out, and I unconsciously wiped my hand on my pants again. The sooner we were out of there, the better.
     

Chapter 218
    Waterson and his crew escorted us back outside , where we found the rest of the team packing some food and a couple articles of clothing that they had traded for into their packs. We didn’t really need it, but we had to keep up appearances. While we packed, I asked the trading post’s security chief about his boss’s attitude.
    “Where did you spend the first plague, Nick?” he asked, keeping a watchful eye on the team.
    “Hiding out up by Stillwater. About six months. Then I did two years working for the Army as a scout before I decided to make my own fortune. Why?”
    He looked at Simmons, then away. “Then you don’t know what it was like, this close to the City. They poured over us like a horde. The people from the suburbs just passed through, heading for Vermont or God knows where before they ran out of gas, but we’re within a few days walking distance of the Bronx, and by the time the thousands of blacks and Hispanics made it this far, they were hungry. There wasn’t anything civilized left in them.”
    I grunted, rather than agree with him. He could take it any way he wanted. 
    “Marge there, don’t let her appearance fool you. She drove up here, stopped and warned us what was going on. We owe her our lives, and, truth be told, more than a few people around here were closet racists anyway. No bother when the nig… I mean, blacks, stayed down the City, but when the crowds started showing up here, eating everything that wasn’t nailed down, well, you can see how it might be opinion forming.”
    Thing was, I could see it. I was Irish Italian, and pretty fair minded. Being in the military, in combat, has a way of making you forget color lines, but I had seen it often enough, especially in older people. Hell, my own grandmother referred to blacks in language that used to confuse the hell out of me, and I knew plenty of guys, even in the service, who would make excuses for the minority guy sitting next to him. “He’s OK for a spic!” but then turn around and condemn the rest of the race.
    “Well” I said, trying to keep to my role as a mercenary team leader, “Buck here pulls his weight. As long as he knows his place, I can use him in a fight.”
    Waterson shrugged and turned away, saying over his shoulder “You know your business, I suppose. Best be on your way.”
    We did just that. I had wanted to ask him some more questions about the situation south of here; any intel is better than none, but I didn’t want to push our luck. Instead, we walked down the road with that creepy feeling of knowing armed, possibly hostiles have their guns trained at your backs. I didn’t relax until we had passed a bend in the road and then put several miles between us and the trading post, then I called Simmons over, telling the rest of the team to get tactical.
    “OK, Sir, that was a pretty boneheaded thing you did back there.” I walked next to him and waited for him to argue with me, but he didn’t get a chance to answer. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, as our point man, Cappochi, stopped in her tracks.
    The ambush had been laid with precision, and we didn’t have a chance. Lisa, on point, was hurled backward at the same time I heard the bark of a heavy caliber hunting rifle. The next second, something smashed into my prosthetic, sending me spinning onto the ground. I landed face up, and quickly rolled to my side and fired off a whole magazine in the direction I thought the rifle shot had come from.