"William W. Johnstone - Ashes 13 - Fury In The Ashes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johnstone William W)

"No, General, I'm sorry, but I don't.
We're so small it takes all of us to defend this
place. We used to send out patrols. They never
came back."
"I get the impression that not much is working north of
Sacramento."
"You mean like big gangs of outlaws?"
"Yes."
"You're right. But oh, boy, south of there is another
story. You're going to hit a solid wall of
resistance from there on down. Redding is about the only
real bastion of crud working north of the old
capital. But I have to warn you that there are dozens of
smaller gangs working all over the place, like
lice."
"The Interstate is clear from here on down?"
"It's still fairly clear of obstacles, but it is
deteriorating badly."
"Bridges?"
"As far as we know, they're all right."
Ben shook hands with the man. "Stay healthy,
Chuck."
"I intend to, General. We've got a nation
to rebuild, right?"
"You damn right, Chuck!"
All Rebel contingents called it a day at 1600
that afternoon. When they were advancing in unknown or enemy
territory, they broke off early in order to set
up defensive perimeters. Few shots had been
fired at them on their trek southward out of Oregon
into California. But all had seen where a lot of people,
outlaws to judge by the trash they left behind them, had
pulled out in one hell of a hurry, getting out of the
path of the oncoming Rebels.
Ike and Cecil pulled over just north of
Eureka, Ben and his people made camp at the deserted
town of Lakehead, and Georgi and West
bivouacked just west of Moon Lake on Highway
395.
Ben took Linda out to practice with the M-16.
"I'll pray for you," Jersey said.
She just couldn't hit anything with a rifle. Ben found
her a shotgun to use and she seemed much happier with
that. He warned the others that in the event of a combat
situation they should make sure Linda had the barrel
pointed in the right direction.
Over the first hot meal of that day, Ben said, "The
crud and crap aren't going to stand and defend their
turf, as I hoped they would. They seem to be
pulling out, en masse, and heading south. Whether or