“No, not really. One brother made it out—up in Chicago. Suburbs, actually. We met… had a falling out.”
“Carl Raines?” Pal asked.
“That’s the man.”
“We passed through that area,” Valerie said. “Very quickly. It was… unpleasant.”
“Well, folks,” Ben stood up, rubbing his hands together. “How about staying for dinner? I have plenty of fish.”
“We’d like that,” they said together.
“I knew I’d heard that name somewhere,” Pal said. It was evening in the mountains. The air was soft with warmth, the lake shimmering in the moonlight, shining silver with ripples of moving chalk on the surface. The children played Rook in the den of the cabin; the adults sat on the porch, smoking and talking and drinking beer. “’Way you write, hard law and order, I had to think you were a racist—at first. Then you did some other books that had me confused about your reasoning. What is your political philosophy, Ben? If you don’t mind my asking, that is.”
“No, I don’t mind. I… think I was rapidly becoming very apolitical, Pal; pretty damned fed up with the whole system. I did a couple of books about it. I was fed up with the goddamned unions asking for more money than they were worth—trying, in many instances, to dictate policy to the government. I was very sick of crime with no punishment, weary of the ACLU sticking their noses into everybody’s business. Oh… don’t get me started, Pal. Besides, as a young lady once told me, not too long ago, it’s all moot now, anyway.”
“Is it, Ben?” Pal asked. “What about Logan?”
Ben chuckled. “Our president-we-didn’t-elect? Yeah, I know. I gather you folks aren’t responding to his orders to relocate?”
“Logan can take his relocation orders and stick them up his nose,” Valerie said. “I never did like that man; didn’t trust him.”
Megan’s words.
“I shall live,” she continued, “where I damned well choose to live.”
Ben told them of Ike and Megan; of New Africa and what the government planned to do. And then he told them, just touching on it, of the idea that was in his mind—to get their reactions.
They were both excited. “Are you serious with this, Ben?” Pal inquired, leaning forward.
“Yes, I suppose I am. I know I am. I’ve been resisting it for months. I didn’t believe Americans would follow Logan’s orders, falling blindly in line like lemmings to the sea. You two have witnessed it?”
Pal nodded. “Yes. Several times during the past few months. People are being forced to relocate, many of them against their will.”
“You were going to tour the country, write about it?” Valerie asked.
“Was,” Ben said. “You people?”
“The kids have to have schooling,” Pal replied, giving voice to both their thoughts. “And I’m told a man named Cecil Jefferys and his wife, Lila, are really doing some fantastic things down in Louisiana.”
“I just told you what Logan plans to do about New Africa,” Ben reminded them.
“Maybe it won’t happen.”
“You can’t believe that.”
“No,” Pal said quietly. “I suppose not. White people have always been fearful of an all-black nation, whether you will admit it or not. But I suppose we have to try. I have a master’s in science; Valerie, a master’s in business. They are going to need teachers.”
“But I just told you—”
“I know—I know,” Pal waved him silent. “But after all that’s happened… all the horror, I thought perhaps the government would… let us alone, let us rebuild.”
“You know they won’t.”
Pal and Valerie said nothing in rebuttal.
After talking of small things for a few moments, Ben said, “I’d like to see a nation—a state, if you will— where we teach truth, as supported by fact; the arts, the sciences, English, other languages, fine music—the whole bag. I have this theory—very controversial—that we are, should have to start from scratch. Gather up a group of people who are colorblind and as free of hates and prejudices as possible, and say, ‘All right, folks, here it is; we, all of us, are going to wash everything clean and begin anew. Here will be our laws, as we choose them. We will live by these laws, and they will be enforced
Both Pal and Valerie were silent for a few seconds after Ben finished. Pal finally said, “That, my friend, would be some society, if it would work.”
“It would work,” Ben defended his theory. “If the government—the central government—would leave the people alone. It would work because everyone there would be working toward that goal. There would be no dissension.”
“Don’t you feel that concept rather idealistic?” Valerie asked.
“No, Valerie, I don’t. But I will say it would take a lot of bending and adjusting for the people who choose to live in that type of society.”
“Ben Raines?” Pal looked at him. “Let’s keep in touch.”
As he drove away the next morning, Ben thought: Now there are the types of people I’d like to have for neighbors, friends. Good people, educated people, knowledgeable people, with dreams and hopes and an eye toward the future…
“Yeah,” Ben said, bringing himself back to the present. “But we can’t live in the past, can we, Ike?”
“It doesn’t hurt to remember, though. As long as someone is around to remember the dead, they’ll always be alive.” He grinned. “Some wise dude said that.”
“You had some good news for me…”
“Tommy Levant, senior agent with the FBI. He’s fed up with Cody and what the man has done with the Bureau. Word is, he wants to work with us.”
“Trap?”
“I don’t think so, Ben. Levant is one of the old breed of agent: straight and narrow. The Hoover type of Bureau man. One of the few older hands left.”
“I wonder if he realizes the risk involved?”
Ike shrugged. “His ass.”
“That’s what I like about you, Ike,” Ben laughed. “You…”
Ben’s remark fell unfinished as Dawn walked past them. Ike watched his friend’s eyes follow the movement of her hips and the sway of her breasts. He grinned as Ben shook his head.
“Prime stuff there, El Presidente. You wanna tell me what happened ‘tween you and Jerre?”
“I’ll be honest with you, Ike: I just don’t know. It’s been… cooling between us for several months. I think she’d like somebody closer to her own age.”
“Umm,” Ike said.
“Does that mean yes or no?”
“Means: Umm,” Ike replied. “Ben… do we have a chance in this thing? You think we have a chance of pulling this off?”
Ben sighed. “A slim one.” He knew Ike, despite his intentional butchering of the English, had a mind that closed like a trap around information he felt was necessary to retain. “Of the 7,200 new people, how many can we field as fighting personnel?”
“Six thousand,” the ex-Navy SEAL replied without hesitation. “That gives us just a tad over ten thousand personnel to field as fighters.” Ike looked closely at Ben. The man seemed deep in thought. “What’s on your mind, Ben?”
