"Chalker, Jack L - DG1 - The River of the Dancing Gods" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)

God knew, indeed. As far as he knew or could remember,
there were no exits, let alone splits, between Ozona and Shef-
field.

He flicked on his interior light and looked down at his road
atlas, held open by clips to the west Texas map. According to
it, he was right -- and no sign of any Ruddygore. He sighed
and snapped off the light. Well, the thing was wrong in a
hundred places, anyway. Luckily he was still ahead of sched-
ule, so a five-mile detour shouldn't be much of a problem. He
glanced over to his left again for no particular reason. Funny.
The landscaping made it look as if there weren't any lane going
back.

A small interstate highway marker, the usual red, white,
and blue was between mile markers 3 and 2, but it told him
nothing. It didn't even make sense. He was probably just a
little crazy tonight, or his eyes were going, but it looked for
all the world as if it said:




░o? What the hell was that? Somebody in the highway de-
partment must have goofed good there, stenciling an 8 on its
side.

At the 2, another green sign announced Ruddygore, and
there was also a brown sign, like the kind used for parks and
monuments. It said, "Ferry -- Turn Left at Stop Sign."

Now he knew he had gone suddenly mad. Not just that he
knew that 1-8 went from Tucson to San Diego and nowhere




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near Texas, but -- a ferry? In the middle of the west Texas

desert?

He backed down to slow -- very slow -- and turned to his

passenger. "Hey, little lady. Wake up!"

She didn't stir, and finally he reached over and shook her,