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Desperation :: Кинг Стивен
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Steve looked into his rearview mirror, saw the embank—ment of the China Pit looming against the brightening sky, saw the dust still pouring out of its sterile caldera, and shuddered.
“‘Go not up into the mount, or touch the border of at whosoever toucheth the mount shall be surely put to death: There shall not be a band touch it, but he shall surely be stoned or shot through. Whether it be beast or man, it shall not live.’ “The boy looked up at Mary, and his face began to shiver apart and become human. His eyes filled with tears.
“David-” she began.
“I’m alone. Do you get it. We came upon the mountain and God slaughtered them all.
My family. Now I’m alone.”
She put her arms around him and pressed his face against her.
“Say, Chief,” Cynthia said, and put a hand on Steve s arm. “Let’s blow this shithole of a town and find us a cold beer, what do you say.”
Highway 50 agaIn.
“Down thisway,” Mary said. ‘We’re close now.”
They had passed the Carvers’ RV. David bad turned his face against Mary’s breasts again as they approached it, and she put her arms around his head and held him. For almost five minutes he didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe. The only way she could tell for sure that he was alive was by the feel of his tears, slow and hot, wetting her shirt—In a way she was glad to feel them, thought them a good sign.
The storm had also struck the highway, she saw; sand covered it completely in places, and Steve had to wallow the Ryder truck through several drifts in low gear.
“Would they have closed it.” Cynthia asked Steve once. “The cops. Nevada Public Works. Whatever.”
He shook his head. “Probably not. But you can bet there wasn’t much of anyone out last night-lots of inter-state truckers holed up in Ely and Austin.”
“There it is!” Mary cried, and pointed at a sunstar twin-kling about a mile ahead of them.
Three minutes later they were pulling up to Deirdre’s Acura. “Do you want to come in the car with me, David.” she asked. “Assuming the damned thing will even start, that is.”
David shrugged.
“The cop let you keep your keys.” Cynthia asked.
“No, but if I’m lucky…
She hopped out of the truck, landed in a loose dune of sand, and made her way to the car.
Steve looked into his rearview mirror, saw the embank—ment of the China Pit looming against the brightening sky, saw the dust still pouring out of its sterile caldera, and shuddered.
“‘Go not up into the mount, or touch the border of at whosoever toucheth the mount shall be surely put to death: There shall not be a band touch it, but he shall surely be stoned or shot through. Whether it be beast or man, it shall not live.’ “The boy looked up at Mary, and his face began to shiver apart and become human. His eyes filled with tears.
“David-” she began.
“I’m alone. Do you get it. We came upon the mountain and God slaughtered them all.
My family. Now I’m alone.”
She put her arms around him and pressed his face against her.
“Say, Chief,” Cynthia said, and put a hand on Steve s arm. “Let’s blow this shithole of a town and find us a cold beer, what do you say.”
Highway 50 agaIn.
“Down thisway,” Mary said. ‘We’re close now.”
They had passed the Carvers’ RV. David bad turned his face against Mary’s breasts again as they approached it, and she put her arms around his head and held him. For almost five minutes he didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe. The only way she could tell for sure that he was alive was by the feel of his tears, slow and hot, wetting her shirt—In a way she was glad to feel them, thought them a good sign.
The storm had also struck the highway, she saw; sand covered it completely in places, and Steve had to wallow the Ryder truck through several drifts in low gear.
“Would they have closed it.” Cynthia asked Steve once. “The cops. Nevada Public Works. Whatever.”
He shook his head. “Probably not. But you can bet there wasn’t much of anyone out last night-lots of inter-state truckers holed up in Ely and Austin.”
“There it is!” Mary cried, and pointed at a sunstar twin-kling about a mile ahead of them.
Three minutes later they were pulling up to Deirdre’s Acura. “Do you want to come in the car with me, David.” she asked. “Assuming the damned thing will even start, that is.”
David shrugged.
“The cop let you keep your keys.” Cynthia asked.
“No, but if I’m lucky…
She hopped out of the truck, landed in a loose dune of sand, and made her way to the car.