Chapter 70
TWO OF Woodward’s men lounged against the puttermobile as I lumbered up, the smoking flamethrower bouncing on my back and my girls trailing right behind them. “Clear a path!” I shouted. “Gotta go!”
The men stared at me, their hostility towards me softened but still charged from the attacks. “We got this,” Will said.
I shook my head and pointed with my unbroken hand. “Dregs,” I said. “Down there, past the car fire. Don’t hurt them, but keep them busy.” I glanced back at Boxer. “Tell them.” To Will, I said, a little louder, “Take turns, it’s hard work. Keep them dizzy, stumbling around, till I come back. Confuse them.”
Beside me, Alice opened her mouth but said nothing.
I waited a beat for her, then shouted “Don’t hurt them!”
“What are you making all this fuss for, young man
