door and stepped out, all his muscles twitching. He had to keep a grip on the door to keep from felling over on his face but he managed a grotesque smile.
They stood behind the truck watching while Mackenzie opened the camper door. Inside Duggai sat wired on the bunk. He gaped at them with that idiot vacancy he used to mask the ceaseless wild hatred that filled his soul.
Jay coughed horribly and found his voice. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him.”
“It would have been too easy.”
“Yes. Better to leave him the way he left us.”
“No,” Mackenzie said.
“What?”
“We’re taking him back.” All the fury of the desert climbed to a screaming pitch in him. “
Jay slumped against the truck, terrorized by Mackenzie’s sudden venom. Shirley reached for Mackenzie’s arm, her face alarmed, but he veered toward the truck: he took a canteen off the bunk and tottered past them toward Earle’s trench.
Earle blinked up at him.
“You’re still alive, then.”
“I never doubted I would be,” Earle said. He even smiled. “Providence, Sam.”
Mackenzie lowered the canteen to him. “That’s all yours. There’s plenty more. We’ve got the truck-we’ll leave as soon as it cools down. By midnight we’ll be on the highway. Have you in a hospital before you know it.”
“God be praised.”
“God and Samuel Mackenzie.”
“That too. I won’t begrudge your strength. It’s God-given.”
Earle’s God or the silversmith’s gods. One or another-Mackenzie believed it.
Shirley brushed past him with the first-aid kit. Jay lurched behind her, his arms flapping as if broken. He’d put a hat on his head but he stood stark naked under it-an awe-inspiring scarecrow. “What do you mean, take him back? For God’s sake, take him
Mackenzie felt too weak to stand. He stumbled toward the truck. Jay chased him with comic alacrity; caught him at the truck, hauled him around. “What did you mean, take him back?”
Mackenzie felt the pinch of Jay’s weak grip on his arm. He didn’t push Jay away. He put both hands on Jay’s shoulders and gripped them hard, feeling the strength surge into his hands.
He measured his words out with infinite effort. They fell with equal weight; like bricks.
“This desert was our hell. But the one thing he can’t stand-that’s Duggai’s hell.” He pounded Jay’s shoulders happily, taking cheap pleasure in vindictiveness and feeling no shame for it. “Think of the worst thing we could do to him. The worst thing we could possibly do to him.”
Jay’s face changed with slow comprehension.
Shirley whispered, “The hospital?”
“The hospital,” Mackenzie replied.
They both began to nod and Mackenzie turned to see her better but the red haze washed her out. He had something to tell her. With stubborn determined effort he tried to form the words but then for a while he passed out.
