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

She stopped wailing when she looked up into the very
cold and unfriendly eyes of Ben Raines. She
sensed instantly who he was, although she had never
seen him before in her life. No Rebel wore
insignia, and this one didn't have to.
"Shut up," Ben told her. "Did anyone hold
a gun to your head and make you join outlaw gangs?"
The woman cringed and refused to answer.
"Answer me, goddamn you!"
"No. They didn't."
"Then why did you?"
"I got to eat!"
"Plant a garden. Join a group of survivors
and live decently."
"Under rules? No way."
"You were going to trade your baby?"
"He's sickly."
"How many have you whelped?"
"One a year. I got a right to have fun!"
"I heard that on a newscast one evening, years
ago, when a reporter interviewed a woman who had
never been married and had five or six kids
running around-kids that the working taxpayers paid for. It
was bullshit then and it's still bullshit. Hit the
road, lady. Hit it running and don't look
back. Move, you goddamn worthless piece of
garbage."
The woman jumped to her feet and took off running.
She did not look back nor did she inquire about
her "fun" baby.
Linda said, "General, this baby has fleas, head
lice, and her diapers haven't been changed in so
long she has urine burns from her navel halfway
down to her knees."
Ben nodded. "I have despised trashy people of any
color all my life. Corrie, have Doctor
Chase set up a
MASH station near the airport as soon as it is
secured. We'll airlift the kids out as soon as
possible."
As soon as all the kids were gone, Ben
reached down and jerked one woman to her feet. She
glared hate and defiance at him. He pulled his
.45 from leather, placed the muzzle against the
woman's forehead, and slipped the autoloader off the
lock position. She jumped at the slight sound.
"How many children have you helped supply to the creepies
in L.a.?"
"The who?"
"The Night P. The Believers."