attention with only half a mind. The rest of him was fixed upon two things: the warble of the thinny, and keeping away the memories that wanted to swamp him.
'But Lud had been going to wrack and ruin for
'Yes, I do,' Eddie and Jake said in perfect unison, then looked at each other and laughed. Eddie stuck out his hand and Jake slapped it.
'They still show the reruns,' Jake said.
'Yeah, all the time,' Eddie added. 'Usually sponsored by bankruptcy lawyers who look like shorthair terriers. And you're right. This place
'If it's Topeka, where are the people?' Susannah asked.
Eddie shrugged and raised his hands—who knows?
Jake put his forehead against the glass of the center door, cupped his hands to the sides of his face, and peered in. He looked for several seconds, then saw something that made him pull back fast. 'Oh-oh,' he said. 'No wonder the town's so quiet.'
Roland stepped up behind Jake and peered in over the boy's head, cupping his own hands to reduce his reflection. The gunslinger drew two conclusions before even looking at what Jake had seen. The first was that although this was most assuredly a
Two corpses were leaning together on one of the long benches that filled most of the room; but for their hanging, wrinkled faces and black hands, they might have been revellers who had fallen asleep in the station after an arduous party and missed the last train home. On the wall behind them was a board marked departures, with the names of cities and towns and baronies marching down it in a line. denver, read one. wichita, read another. omaha, read a third. Roland had once known a one-eyed gambler named Omaha; he had died with a knife in his throat at a Watch Me table. He had stepped into the clearing at the end of the path with his head thrown back, and his last breath had sprayed blood all the way up to the ceiling. Hanging down from the ceiling of this room (which Roland's stupid and laggard mind insisted on thinking of as a stage rest, as if this were a stop along some half- forgotten road like the one that had brought him to Tull) was a beautiful four-sided clock. Its hands had stopped at 4:14, and Roland supposed they would never move again. It was a sad thought. . . but this was a sad world. He could not see any other dead people, but experience suggested that where there were two dead, there were likely four more dead somewhere out of sight. Or four dozen.
'Should we go in?' Eddie asked.
'Why?' the gunslinger countered. 'We have no business here; it doesn't lie along the Path of the Beam.'
'You'd make a great tour-guide,' Eddie said sourly. ' 'Keep up, everyone, and please don't go wandering off into the—' '
Jake interrupted with a request Roland didn't understand. 'Do either of you guys have a quarter?' The boy was looking at Eddie and Susannah. Beside him was a square metal box. Written on it in blue was:
The
Eddie shook his head, amused. 'Lost all my change at some point. Probably climbing a tree, just before you joined us, in an all-out effort to avoid becoming snack-food for a robot bear. Sorry.'
'Wait a minute . . . wait a minute . . .' Susannah had her purse open and was rummaging through it in a way that made Roland grin broadly in spite of all his preoccupations. It was so damned
She was too absorbed to look up as Roland strode past her, drawing his gun from the docker's clutch he had built her as he went. He fired a single time. Susannah let out a little scream, dropping her purse and slapping at the empty holster high up under her left breast.
'Honky, you scared the
'Take better care of your gun, Susannah, or the next time someone takes it from you, the hole may be between your eyes instead of in a … what is it, Jake? A news-telling device of some kind? Or does it hold paper?'
'Both.' Jake looked startled. Oy had withdrawn halfway down the platform and was looking at Roland mistrustfully. Jake poked his finger at the bullet-hole in the center of the newspaper box's locking device. A little curl of smoke was drifting from it.
'Go on,' Roland said. 'Open it.'
Jake pulled the handle. It resisted for a moment, then a piece of metal clunked down somewhere inside, and the door opened. The box itself was empty; the sign on the back wall read when all papers are gone, please take display copy. Jake worked it out of its wire holder, and they all gathered round.
'What in God's name . . . ?' Susannah's whisper was both horrified and accusing. 'What does it mean? What in God's name
Below the newspaper's name, taking up most of the front page's top half, were screaming black letters:
'Read it aloud,' Roland said. 'The letters are in your speech, I cannot make them all out, and I would know this story very well.'
Jake looked at Eddie, who nodded impatiently.
Jake unfolded the newspaper, revealing a dot-picture (Roland had seen pictures of this type; they were called 'fottergrafs') which shocked them all: it showed a lakeside city with its skyline in flames. cleveland fires burn unchecked, the caption beneath read.
'Read, kid!' Eddie told him. Susannah said nothing; she was already reading the story—the only one on the front page—over his shoulder. Jake cleared his throat as if it were suddenly dry, and began.
