They spread out across the road—Ronnie on the inside, close to the median wall, then Court, Adam, and Dizzy near the shoulder. Of the four of them, only Ronnie and Dizzy were armed, if Court wanted to consider that walking stick of his a weapon. He suspected that, in Dizzy’s mind, it was. Ronnie’s gun was holstered at his hip, and nothing in his easy stride betrayed a readiness to draw, though Court knew his friend well enough to know Ronnie could have the gun out and fire before he himself would be able to react.
It didn’t seem to take as long to travel down to the vehicular blockade as it had the day before. As the line of automobiles strung out ahead of them grew with each footstep, Court realized exactly how close they’d been to the attack. If the wind had changed, if the animal had s
