Chapter 26
Misery Burning
Jim lunged for the gun, but Heather reached it first.
She brought it up, leveled it with both hands and fired. The slug punched into Rex’s chest.
He stumbled back a step, slapped a hand over the wound, and moved forward again.
“No,” Bill shouted, and tugged at Jim’s shoulder. “Use this.”
He slapped the wand into Jim’s hand, the hose trailing past him to the backpack on the cab floor.
Screaming, Heather fired again, and again.
The bullets pushed at Rex, but did not drop him.
Jim fumbled the book of matches out of his pants pocket, struck with a shaking hand, and the pilot light popped to life.
“Heather, move!”
Heather dove to the side as Rex lunged again.
Jim squeezed the wand’s trigger, and Rex burned.
He moved forward as Rex retreated, putting flam
