There were scattered cries of “Right!” No one made any move to leave.
“OK,” said Sam quietly. “Everybody get inside the hall. Break out the guns and assume your positions, but don’t fire till I give the command.”
The crowd started to disperse. The only one to linger was the scrawny blond.
“The kid should stay,” she said.
Sam glanced at her. He shook his head.
“We don’t want them here, Melissa. They’re dead. They always were, and soon they will be.”
This threat was clear enough. Sam’s people were arming themselves, and David and I would be legitimate targets. I picked him up and ran as fast as I could up one of the alleys between the cabins, getting into cover.
“Where’re we going?” asked David. “Why don’t we stay with ’Lissa?”
He sounded scared. I was too shocked to say anything. In the coming showdown between Mark and Sam, we would be legitimate targets for both sides. Neither would hesitate to shoot us down. They might disagree about Sam’s leadership, but both accepted the truth of the “Secret” he had been peddling. And stripped of its theological pretensions, this was simply a license to kill. Our only hope was to get as far away from the hall as possible. I made it as far as the last of the outbuildings before pausing to rest. In front of us stretched the zone of rough-cut scrub we had to cross to reach the relative safety of the woods.
“I want to go back,” said David.
“Don’t you want to see this neat place I found the other day?”
“What kind of place?” he asked doubtfully.
“It’s really cool. Kind of like a cave.”
“Is Mom there?”
I picked him up again and trudged on through the underbrush and around the stumps of the culled trees. When we were about halfway, there was a burst of gunfire from the hall. I crouched down, holding David tightly. Several more bursts of firing followed. They didn’t seem to be aimed at us, but I decided to keep down.
There were sounds on the hillside just above us. I threw myself down, hugging the ground, one hand over David’s mouth. A black-clad gunman had broken cover from the trees about twenty feet to our left. Even in his uniform and cap, I had no difficulty in recognizing Mark’s huge frame and menorah-like beard. We must have been visible from where he was standing, but fortunately his attention was fully occupied elsewhere. A further burst of gunfire from the hall was silenced by a single shot, deafeningly loud, from Mark’s weapon. The next moment he plunged past us down the hillside. By the time I risked taking another look he had reached one of the new buildings and taken cover behind the end wall.
There were further bursts of gunfire from the far side of the hall, and down toward the pier. It looked as though the attackers were executing a prearranged plan, two of them using the coastal path to circle around the hall while the third made a frontal approach. I knew that Mark and Rick had both served in the army, which might give them a slight advantage, but they were heavily outnumbered, and if they attempted to storm the hall they would be cut down. The most likely outcome seemed to be a stalemate, with the attackers unable to enter the hall and the defenders unable to leave. It occurred to me that Sam might come to regret having destroyed his phone link with the outside world.
“This is a
I couldn’t have agreed more, even though I knew, as he mercifully didn’t, that it was a game of life and death. The stakes were about to be made very clear. I had just noticed that there was a third person marooned in no-man’s-land. That first burst of gunfire from the hall had not been directed at us or at the attackers, but at Andrea. Now she was working her way up the hillside toward us, bending low and taking cover every so often. I got up and waved to her.
“Over here!”
She saw me and stopped. A spray of bullets seethed through the vegetation all around, followed by an answering shot from Mark’s assault rifle. Andrea fell sideways, collapsing into the undergrowth. Without thinking, I jumped up and ran downhill toward the place where Andrea had disappeared. I saw her lying on the ground and threw myself at her like a football player going for the line.
She was alive. In pain, but alive. She had been hit just below the left elbow. By the way the arm was hanging, it looked like the bone was broken. There was a lot of blood.
“Dad?” said a panicky voice behind me. “Where you go, Dad?”
I turned, horrified. David was wandering around in the open with a look of terror on his face.
“Get down!” I called.
His face collapsed and he started to cry.
“Can you move?” I asked Andrea.
She shook her head.
“Go back to your son. You were doing fine until I butted in.”
“So were you, until I started yelling and waving. I’ll go get David, then we’ll fix you up.”
I crawled back to find David. He was terrified by now, though more by my sudden disappearance than by what was happening all around us, and I had a hard time getting him calmed down. We slowly made our way over to where Andrea was lying, going on our hands and knees. I foraged around until I found a reasonably straight length of fallen wood, which I lashed to Andrea’s forearm using strips of material torn from my undershirt. I did the work, while she gave me directions through clenched teeth. She had taken a first-aid course at some point and knew a lot more about it than I did. David looked on with interest.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked Andrea. “Did Sam throw you out?”
She shook her head.
“I walked. He sent Terri and me to get water. I saw you running up the hill, and-Ow! That’s too tight.”
I loosened the binding.
“It’s like I’ve been under a spell all this time,” she went on. “Somehow you set me free again. It wasn’t anything you did, just you being here. I guess it could have been anyone. Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“I don’t understand what I’ve been doing all these years. It’s like I turned into someone else.”
“Someone and anyone,” I said. “We’ll make a great team.”
She touched my face with the back of her hand.
“It doesn’t make any difference, anyway,” she said.
“What doesn’t?”
She glanced at David, who was watching and listening attentively, and fell silent.
When Andrea’s arm had been bound to her breast, we moved off. She obviously couldn’t crawl, so I got up on one knee, ready to provide covering fire if necessary, while she ran the remaining distance to the edge of the woods. There were only a few sporadic shots, none of them directed our way. It sounded as though the two warring parties had settled down for the long haul, and were trying to conserve ammunition.
Once Andrea had reached the cover of the trees, David and I set off, crawling the whole way. The ground was hard and hostile, full of sharp shoots, jagged branches, bumpy roots and thorny plants, and we had to move on our hands and knees, keeping as low as possible. We were soon covered with cuts and abrasions, but David was a good sport about it. The sight of Andrea’s bloodstained clothing seemed to have impressed him more than anything I could have said.
Once we reached the cover of the trees, the ground became softer, a spongy mass of dead pine needles and velvety moss. We crawled another few yards, and then at last it was safe to stand up. After that, it was downhill through the trees until we found the path running along the coast. The sun had broken out from behind the clouds, flooding the scene with a soft, warm light. The water glinted and bristled, the outlined islands receded like flat cutouts in a theater set. The contrast between that tranquil beauty and what was unfolding just over the hill was almost more disturbing than anything else.
The sight of the ocean gave me an idea. I told David that I had to go and get something, and that he was to stay there with Andrea. He agreed with surprising ease. Andrea herself was harder to convince, but I was adamant. It was our best chance, I told her, and we couldn’t pass it up.
I left them there and set off back along the path. It took me about five minutes to reach the bay where the pier was, and as long again to reconnoiter the area. Once I was sure that it was safe to break cover, I made my way down to the trail. Then I saw the body stretched out on its back, arms outflung, a huge red stain on the shirt.
