Black Harvest. James Axler

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      “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” the short man said matter-of-factly.

      “No matter how fast your men can get rounds off,” Ryan continued, feeling he was still in a strong bargaining position, “we’ll chill two of you before you get one of us. That’s a promise.”

      There was silence for several moments as the wind swept through the trees. Behind them, a large mutie fish jumped somewhere in the river.

      “Impressive, outlander, but if me and my men aren’t back to the ville in thirty minutes, a team of twenty-four sec men will be out looking for us. They’ll be shooting first and asking no questions.”

      “Won’t stop us from chillin’ you now,” Ryan said.

      The man with the long black hair paused, as if reassessing the situation, and realizing Ryan and the friends weren’t about to be intimidated. “Who are you?”

      “They saved us,” Eleander offered. “Moira and I came out for a swim when we were attacked by a gang. These people chilled them all.”

      Again the man was silent, as if considering what Eleander had said. Finally he looked at her and scowled. “You know you’re not allowed out of the ville unescorted.”

      “We know, but it’s such a nice day, and the water is so clean and blue that we didn’t want to wait to get permission.”

      The short man looked at Moira suspiciously.

      “It’s true,” she said. “I made my mother take me for a swim. We were planning on coming back before anyone even knew we were gone. Sorry to trouble you.”

      After another long pause, the short man said, “Then we’ll escort you back to the ville.”

      He turned to look at Ryan. “And you’re welcome to join us. The baron will be pleased that you not only chilled four troublesome muties, but saved two of our ville’s fairer citizens from a fate worse than death.” He smiled in a way that wasn’t exactly friendly. “I assure you the baron rewards such favors handsomely.”

      Ryan didn’t move.

      J.B. came up behind him. “Think it’s a trick?”

      “Can’t say,” Ryan said out of the corner of his mouth. “If there’s a ville near here, it’d be better to be a friend of the baron than an enemy, seeing as we’re so low on supplies.”

      “I believe Master Cawdor is right,” Doc commented. “Refusing such a gracious invitation would likely anger the baron, or at the very least arouse his suspicions about us.”

      Ryan raised his head to address the short man. “We keep our blasters.”

      “Of course. The baron will want to reward you for your actions, not punish you.”

      Mildred stepped forward. “How about some help for Jak?”

      Ryan nodded. “We’ve got one wounded.”

      “We have medicine that will help him,” the sec leader said.

      “What kind of medicine?” Mildred asked suspiciously.

      “What kind?” Ryan asked.

      “Something called penicillin.”

      Ryan arched a brow in disbelief.

      “That’s a good one,” Mildred said. “But I have to wonder—”

      “We accept,” Ryan said.

      “Excellent,” the short man stated.

      The weapons of the two sec men behind him were slowly lowered and put away.

      Ryan and the friends put away their blasters as well and began walking toward the woods where the sec men had been standing. At first J.B. and Mildred tried to give Jak a hand, but the proud teen was determined to make it on his own.

      “How far away is the ville?” Ryan asked Eleander.

      “A few klicks.”

      “You walked all this way just for a swim?” Krysty asked.

      “It’s the nicest spot on the river,” Moira offered.

      “For an ambush by muties,” J.B. interjected.

      Krysty and J.B. were right, Ryan thought. It was an awful long way to go for a swim, especially with muties roaming around. Conditions in the ville had to be horrible.

      As they walked, Ryan watched Doc move up beside Eleander.

      “Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, patting away some of the dust and straightening the lapels of his worn frock coat.

      “My name’s Eleander,” she said.

      “Yes, of course, Eleander,” Doc stammered. “My name is Theo… Theophilus Algernon Tanner. But everyone calls me Doc, or Doc Tanner.”

      “Doc,” she said inquisitively.

      “I was just wondering, and excuse me if I am being far too bold to suggest this, but if we are to be guests of the baron tonight, then perhaps I might have the pleasure of talking with you at some length…”

      “Talking? About what?” Eleander asked.

      “Oh, about all manner of things, from the dawn of man to the setting of the sun.”

      “I’d like to, but I’m not sure I’ll be allowed.”

      “But I assure you, I mean you no harm, and I have no ulterior motive than to spend a bit of time with a woman who—and I say this with only the best of intentions—is closer to my own age than my usual company.”

      “If the baron allows it, then yes.”

      “By the Three Kennedys!” Doc said, barely able to contain himself. He bowed slightly. “Thank you for giving me something to look forward to.”

      Eleander just shrugged.

      The younger woman smiled at the older one, and shook her head.

      Krysty came up beside Ryan. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, lover?”

      “That Doc is attracted to Eleander.”

      “Well, besides that.”

      Ryan thought for a moment. “That something’s not right here?”

      “You got it.”

      “Any ideas?” Ryan asked. Krysty could be prescient at times and often got a bad feeling just before things were about to go wrong.

      “So far nothing solid, but I’ll let you know.”

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