NineteenVance did catch up. His problem thereafter, despite the shrieks of the mutilated still ringing in his ears, was believing the situation. With a delusional prisoner in cuffs, the chief incapacitated, two dead out in the yard, and the vicious Caleb-thing roaming somewhere free, he recognized he would have to take charge. He proceeded to issue orders that the others might see it that way too. Paul was asked to collect the ammunition spilled in the kitchen. He did so, without complaint, and stacked the re-boxed cartridges on the floor beside the leaning rifle. Angela, this time without Hilda, was asked to return to the kitchen and finish cobbling together their pantry smorgasbord. Vance, meanwhile, made a circuit of the doors and windows making certain of their security. In so doing, h
