Chapter Nineteen
The Third Attack
Rumpled and effluent, wearing the same clothes they’d started yesterday in, the Devil Dykes smoked as Bobby broke camp.
Though Toni remained buoyant and Jeri was all equanimity, the others were irritable and grumbling. Jeri hadn’t wanted to rebuild the fire and everyone was jonesing for caffeine. She also refused to break out the weed: there would be no buzzed distraction while they remained in danger. Bobby heard the exasperation in her voice as he fitted the turves back over their latrine.
“Look, we’re stopping for gas first thing anyway. We need to fuel up for the stretch run. Even the emergency jugs in the back of the truck are empty.
“You ever see a gas station that didn’t sell coffee, soda and junk food too? Twenty minutes and you can be swimm
