Two days later.
About eighty kilometers from Montgomery, in a roadside inn compound.
Julian low asked the boss. “My friend wound how?”
“Our meds no strong—he still fever.” Boss low reply. “Best can have professional doctor come look.”
“You can find?” Julian ask.
“Can find—but these people mouth no door—I fear call come, give you trouble.” Boss words** point.
Julian thought long—only helpless reply. “Then you help me get some good meds—at least anti-inflammatory reduce fever.”
“Good—I let people Montgomery bring you.” Boss nodded.
Julian heard pulled cash, light stuffed boss. “Thanks.”
“Polite.” Boss no pretend—hand pocketed money, turned leave. “While send you food.”
This kind inn compound—in security relative good wasteland everywhere see—main serve south north road runners. Onl
