I Shall Not Want

'Will advise.'

Kevin handed the mic back to Hadley. 'Knox out-holy shit, Flynn, watch out!' As they came around a bend, the two remaining gang members appeared, stumbling down the rutted road.

Kevin stood on the brakes. Hadley's door was open before they skidded to a stop inches from the wide-eyed pair. She leaped from the vehicle, gun drawn. 'Police!' she yelled. 'Get down on the ground!'

The men looked as if they wanted to resist but were too winded. They flopped their arms toward their waists, bending over, sucking in air. Kevin jumped out of the Aztek. He and Hadley advanced on the gangbangers, weapons ready. 'Down… on… the… ground!' Hadley shouted. The two men fell onto the dirt. Hadley trained her gun on them while Kevin cuffed them and removed their weapons. He twisted one man's hand up, showing cryptic symbols tattooed on his fingers.

Clare got out. Through the screen of leaves and pine boughs, she could see the black smoke rising. 'We need to hurry. Amado and Isabel Christie are up there with her brothers.'

Hadley and Kevin looked at each other. 'Plastic strap their ankles,' Kevin said. 'Leave 'em at the side of the road to be picked up later.'

Hadley nodded. Removed a narrow white plastic loop from her belt. In less than a minute, both men were trussed like turkeys and safely out of the path of traffic. Hadley and Kevin climbed back into his truck. 'Who's The Man?' Kevin said, starting up the engine. 'Who's The Man?'

Hadley made a noncommittal noise.

They ascended the mountain much faster than Clare had in her Subaru. Kevin jounced through gullies and roared over washboard ridges that sent the Aztek airborne, evidently much less worried about his suspension than Clare had been.

They blasted through the forest fringe into an upper meadow obscured by a heavy haze of white smoke. Clare could see fire and a trace of the outline of the barn, but nothing else.

'Careful,' she said. 'There's a Humvee and a white van around here somewhere.'

Kevin inched toward the barn. A noise split the air like the clap of doom, a twisted mix of snapping wood and screaming metal.

'What in God's name was that?' Hadley pulled her gun again.

The barn appeared out of the smoke as they rolled closer: first the outline, still holding against the sheets of flame roaring out the two doorways, then the texture, paint bubbling, wood charring, and finally-

'What the hell?' Kevin hit the brakes. The Humvee Clare had warned them about was backing away from the lower edge of the barn. Its grill was crumpled. One light hung from its socket like an eyeball in a horror comic. As they watched, the Humvee sped forward and rammed into the side of the barn. Burning clapboards toppled onto the hood. 'Holy crow. That idiot's going to blow that car up.' Kevin backed the Aztek away and turned off the engine. 'Come on,' he said. 'Reverend Clare, stay here.'

'You know, everyone always says that to me.' She tumbled out of the SUV. The smoke stung her eyes and burned in her throat. She tried to take shallow breaths. 'I'm going to find Amado and Isabel.'

She didn't wait for a reply. 'Amado,' she shouted. 'Isabel!' She struck out toward the uphill side, coughing, eyes watering. The smoke was everywhere, thick, sweet-smelling, not sooty like a wood fire, not green-scented like hay. Her head spun.

It's pot, you idiot. The barn wasn't for storing hay. Holy God. Her freshman roommate, who had arrived at UVA with twenty ounces of Acapulco Gold, would have been in heaven. She was stumbling around the world's biggest joint. 'Isabel! Amado!' She tottered up the gentle rise, keeping well away from the barn. Chunks of timber were crashing down into the interior. Clapboards peeled away and tumbled to the grass. Sparks showered through the air like dandelion seeds. They had to get out of here. The forest was dry. If the wind picked up, they could be trapped like animals in one of those Discovery Channel specials.

Where the animals were trapped by fire. Not one where they mated. She giggled. Thought of Russ. Thought of Hadley repeating, All normal physical functions. Giggled again. She was laughing when she stumbled up to the edge of an oval fire pond, and there were Amado and Isabel, chest deep in water, cradling an unconscious, bloody man between them while streams of marijuana smoke curled around them.

'Reverend Clare!' Isabel waved. Amado smiled a huge smile. They both looked very, very happy. 'He is alive! He really is!'

'Oh, my gracious Lord,' Clare said. 'It's a big bong.'

You are stoned out of your gourd. Shake it off and think straight or you're all going to die out here.

'What are you two doing in there?'

'My brother Bruce got shot. He's knocked out. When we couldn't get him away, Amado thought of getting into the water.' She looked at him with adoring, dilated eyes. 'He's my hero.' She turned back to Clare. 'I wanted to leave Bruce to roast, but Amado wouldn't.' She turned to him again. 'You're the best person I ever met. Did I tell you that?'

'Oh. That's beautiful.' Clare waded into the water. 'And it's good, because you're not supposed to leave people to die. You two are beautiful. You wanna get married? 'Cause I can marry you. Legal and all.'

There was another boom. The Humvee trying to batter its way into the barn. The sound sobered Clare for a moment. 'What's going on over there?'

'Donald. And Neil. They figgured if they could get to the stuff underneath that hadn't burned yet, they could save some. They been hiding it ever since they stole it. 'Sworth a lot of money. There's a lot in there.'

Clare filled her lungs. 'I can tell.' She laughed. 'Okay, this is serious. We brought a four- wheel-drive up here. Come with me. Let's all get in and get the hell away from here.'

'You said hell.' Isabel tugged at Amado's sleeve. He smiled amiably and followed her, dragging Bruce Christie's limp form behind him.

'Yeah. I used to swear a lot. I had to give it up when I became a priest.' Clare ducked beneath the water, drenching herself, then led the happy pair toward where she thought the Aztek was parked.

She found it, after several more deep breaths of smoke. She helped Amado wrestle Bruce inside. Isabel clambered over the two men.

Clare looked around the interior. It was a lot smaller with three people in the back. 'I dunno how we're going to fit your other brothers in here.'

'Oh, let 'em burn and die,' Isabel said cheerfully. 'Burn and die, burn and die.'

'Be nice, now,' Clare said. 'Okay, I'm going to find Kevin and Hadley.' She turned on the Aztek's engine and cranked the AC and blowers on high. 'I'll be right back.'

She slammed the door shut and staggered toward the downslope side of the barn. 'Hadley! Kevin!' A flash in the corner of her eye made her turn so quickly she staggered and fell down. A wall of flame had exploded at the edge of the field, clawing up into the trees, racing along the grass. Toward the narrow mountain road. 'Lord a-mercy. That's not good.'

There was another boom. She stumbled toward the sound. 'Hadley! Kevin!'

'Here! Over here!' She followed Hadley's voice, to find the woman tugging on Kevin's arm. 'Come on, Flynn. You aren't going to stop them.'

'I can do it,' he said. 'I'm a good shot. I'm a really good shot.' He swayed.

'He wants to shoot their tires out,' Hadley said. 'Like the kid in the movie. 'You'll shoot your eye out!' ' She giggled.

As Clare watched, the Humvee backed up for another run at the barn. She had to hand it to them; those things were built like tanks. Then Kevin brought his gun up and dropped into a shooting stance. Which would have been more impressive if he wasn't listing like a sinking ship.

'No!' Hadley yelled.