There was silence in the dusty street, and then the line before them wavered, and from behind it a man was walking away, and then another, and their leader looked at him and said, 'You're insane. Completely insane!' And then he, too, turned away and the street before them was empty.
And the quiet men stood in the street with the light of victory in their eyes, and the man with the battered face tossed something and caught it again, something that gleamed for a moment in the sun.
'What was that?' someone asked.
'An arrowhead,' the man said. 'Only an arrowhead.'
Вы читаете End Of the Drive (1997)
