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Dedicated to Linda Howington. If Ben Raines
makes a mistake, she'll let me know about it.
I slept and dreamed that life was beauty. I
woke-and found that life was duty.
-Ellen Sturgis Hooper
Ben turned his head to gaze at the silence that was
once Monroe, Louisiana. Buddy had cleared
the small city of Night People some months back.
Ben could only wonder if any of the cannibalistic
people had returned. Probably so, he concluded. But
that was now the problem of Ike @.nd Cecil.
The long column rolled on westward and put the
city in their rearview mirrors.
There was no conversation in the Blazer; that would
come later on. For now, Ben and his personal team were
silent with their own thoughts.
The Blazer hit a rough stretch of interstate and
Ben grimaced. That was something else that the Rebels
would have to start on, and do it pretty damned quick. The
nation's highways were deteriorating rapidly; if
something wasn't done to correct it, ground
transportation would be slowed to no more than a crawl.
But Jesus God! Ben thought. There were thousands of