way Trevor often found himself in awe of Jorgie.
The human captives waited on their knees with gun barrels pressed to their heads. Finally the discussion came to an end with the girl doing what so many stubborn children do: she crossed her arms and showed her dad a stiff upper lip.
Fromm threw his arms in the air.
Her victory complete, the little girl stepped to Trevor and grinned.
'You are funny looking.'
It took Trevor a moment to realize that the girl, not the translator, spoke the words. Her understanding of the human language not only surprised Trevor, but caused grumbles in the Chaktaw audience.
As a result, the slave switched roles and translated Trevor's conversation with Fromm's daughter into the Chaktaw language.
'Yes. Yes I am. What is your name?'
'My name is Alenna.'
'That’s a very pretty name. My name is-'
'I know who you are,' she said. 'I know you don’t belong here. I have told my father he should listen to you. He does not want to. He wants to kill you.'
'I don’t blame him.'
'That’s how it has to be, you know,' she said quite seriously. 'But you do not belong here and I think you can help us. That’s why you risked meeting my father.'
'I want to go home,' he then nodded at Major Forest. 'She wants to go home, too.'
Alenna's expression narrowed. She did not like Nina. She did not like Nina at all. Trevor could see that. He feared what the little girl-or Fromm-might suggest and acted preemptively.
'She goes home, too.'
'My father does not feel you should be telling him what to do. He may still kill you.'
'I know. But what I offer is worth much more than my death, or hers. It may be the key to saving your people…to saving your Earth.'
'You do look funny,' she said again.
Fromm stepped forward and spoke in his native tongue. The human slave turned those unrecognizable syllables and sounds into Trevor’s language. 'For my daughter, I will listen. She is exceptional and sees things others miss. For her, I will listen but I will not listen long.'
Trevor quickly accepted the opening saying, 'I have a son. He is much like your daughter. Very smart. Very special.'
With hands held aloft, Trevor slowly rose to his feet.
'That’s not all we have in common,' he told the Chaktaw leader. 'On my Earth, I have a key around my neck, too. A key no one else can see.'
Fromm absently stroked two fingers against his chest. Stone found he missed the feel of that key. It had disappeared since coming to this parallel universe.
'I know you were chased from your lake side estate early in the war, but some how you managed to survive.'
Fromm sounded impatient as he spoke and then his translator relayed, 'You know much but none of that is helpful to me. What is it you plan to do to help my people?
Trevor smiled at Alenna. She smiled back and nodded, as if granting permission to share a secret.
'What I plan to do? I plan to break the rules.'
– The Chaktaw caravan stopped once in the middle of the night for a three hour rest period. During that time sentries disposed of a band of Mutants.
Trevor and Nina spent that time on open ground between tents with their hands tied and guarded by soldiers who seemed to relish an escape attempt. Ironically, the more time Trevor spent with the Chaktaw the more he recognized them as kin to his people on his Earth.
After the brief break, the Chaktaw went on the move again with an endurance that far outpaced Trevor or any man he had met. It did not take long for he and Major Forest to fall behind, at which point the Chaktaw's desire for a fast pace outweighed their desire to make the humans suffer the indignity of a forced march. Fromm moved them atop one of the pack lizards. The creature wobbled side to side and occasionally grunted a snort.
Eventually, dawn warmed the landscape of mountains and forests as the convoy followed both large and small roads weaving through the wilderness. Just before mid day, a trio of Stone Soldiers assaulted the earthlings who responded with portable rocket launchers that blasted the attackers into chalky pieces.
A couple of hours later, Trevor spotted a flying machine resembling a rocket with wings. At first he feared a bombing run, but when he spied Fromm looking to the sky and speaking into a communications device, he realized the Chaktaw possessed an air force.
Not long after, the caravan entered a deep, tight valley and began dispersing into smaller groups heading off in different directions. As they reached a plain between mountain cliffs, the Chaktaw motioned for them to dismount and wait while the caravan unloaded.
Trevor walked in a tight circle on the muddy grass to exercise away the soreness in his upper legs and his ass; the back of the pack lizard provided a rather bumpy ride. As he took in the sights, the rocky cliffs to either side grabbed his interest, like a fuzzy picture slowly coming in to focus.
He first noticed dirt paths climbing those mountain walls, paths hidden behind boulders and climbing in a haphazard design. It took some effort, but he managed to track one of those paths to its destination: a hole in the rock face. Small and surrounded by dead brush, that hole was, in fact, a cave opening. Then he saw next to the cave entrance a Chaktaw guard, well-camouflaged in his color-changing poncho that had turned a mixture of brown and tan to match the mountain's terrain.
Trevor gasped aloud as his eyes adjusted to the entire picture before him; a network of paths servicing dozens of cave openings, each nearly invisible.
'We're here,' he said to Nina who stood nearby with her hands also tied. 'Look,' he nodded toward the ridge. Like Trevor, it took a moment for her to realize that they were surrounded by some kind of Chaktaw city. 'This isn't another break; we're at Fromm's base.'
She said, 'I didn't even notice.'
'Amazing. There's a ton of entrances but you can't see them unless you're at the doorstep. And look at the paths through the mountain, they're all random and shit so they won't draw attention from aerial recon.'
Something stole Nina's attention from the caves. Her eyes first narrowed and then widened.
'Trevor…look,' her voice included a distinct tremble.
He followed her gaze across the gently sloping field. Something moved out there. A whole herd of somethings. The size of vans, the big creatures stampeded forward on four muscular legs. Trevor spied patches of gray armor plates with tufts of brown fir sprouting between. Yet it was the front of the creatures that made him shiver.
The approaching horde sported huge jaws each holding a circular array of teeth with eyes set just above those monstrous maws.
Jaw-Wolves.
A whole pack of them thundered across the muddy grass directly for the caravan.
Directly for Trevor and Nina.
30. The Chaktaw
Trevor watched the pack of armor-plated Jaw-Wolves as they galloped toward him and Major Forest. He felt frozen into inaction from a combination of his bound hands and from the expectation that the Chaktaw soldiers would spring to action and gun the creatures down.
Twenty yards…fifteen yards…
Trevor lost his nerve and screamed, 'Christ! Look out!'
The Jaw-Wolves threatened to crash into them. Certainly the pack would cut apart Trevor, Nina, and the Chaktaw workers unpacking the lizards.
With no means of defending himself, Trevor felt entirely helpless. His eyes locked onto the lead wolf and its massive round orifice of ivory-white teeth.
