Dennis Yates - Red Mountain

“What’s you’re problem, Crain?” asked Ski Mask.

“Think I might have ruptured something during the fight,” Robert said, wincing in agony, “My gut’s killing me.”

“Can I give him water, now?” Gomez asked.

Ski Mask shook his head. “What’s wrong with you? You don’t give water to someone who thinks they might have busted….”

Steven was fast. He brought the iron bar down on top of Ski Mask’s head in a high clean arc. The pressure of the blow caused one of the man’s eyes to burst from an eye slit and roll stickily down his black polyester-blend mask. As he collapsed to the ground, he managed to squeeze off a single shot from his rifle, spitting mud in all directions.

Robert and Gomez rolled down the middle of the tracks, each one trying to grip the other by the throat. Gomez pulled a knife from his boot and raked Robert across the thigh. Robert growled and knocked the knife from Gomez’s hand as it swung at Robert’s chest. Having disarmed him, Robert forced Gomez over onto his stomach and drove his knee into his lower back. Gomez let out a piercing scream. Robert gripped him by the hair and drove his face into the track, instantly shattering teeth and jaw against the steel rail.

Gomez went limp. Blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth and pooled on the gravel next to the track.

Robert looked away, struggling to catch his breath. He examined the burning slash on his hip and decided it was mostly superficial. He might be able to get by for a while before having to bandage it. An icy rage coursed freely through his heart, feeding every starved cell of his body. He was certain this was only the beginning of things to come. He was as terrified of himself as the uncertainties that lay ahead.

“We’ve got to get going, Robert. The other two are on their way back.”

Robert looked up and saw Steven’s hand reaching down to him. He noticed there was blood drying in the grooves his palm, what some believed to be the map of one’s life. Once the madness was over, he hoped they’d both get back soon to enjoying to their own lives. He stuck out his hand and was pulled to his feet.

“Are you going to be okay?” Steven asked.

“I think so.”

Robert glanced back at the tunnel and saw the two men running toward them, shouting things that turned to echoed garble inside the tunnel. He picked up a pistol from one of the dead men and they turned and ran.

The night air was split with a series of harsh whistles. They heard the train rumble across the tracks.

CHAPTER 27

The paneling and insulation was off the door. Peggy worked quickly, finding the screw heads that attached the door lock and outside handle. Some were slightly rusted and wouldn’t turn. She had Connor rub some butter on them they’d saved from earlier. Stick had thoughtfully provided them salt and butter to go with tonight’s corn on the cob.

“I’m almost done, baby. Can you see anything?”

Connor was back at his post next to the window.

“They’re still inside, mom. Stick came out to turn on the skeeter zapper, but he went back in.”

“Any sign of the van?”

“Nope.”

As she released the final screw, the handle popped off and thudded against the ground outside. Peggy held her breath and prayed she wouldn’t hear the squeal of the screen door as someone came out of the house to investigate.

Other than the shrill chorus of cicadas, it was quiet.

She slipped out first to have a look before allowing Connor to follow. She told him to hide next to the other trailer until she finished doing what needed to be done. Carefully, she positioned the door handle onto the door with the aid of some nails she’d covered earlier with tar. It held. Before she shut the door, she stretched a line from the gas stove and connected it to the door. All this time she could hear the disassembled oven timer ticking away, reminding her to hurry.

It was almost like another final exam, except this time she was building a bomb instead of diffusing one.

Almost have this one in the bag. God I hope they don’t come out to check on us. Not until I’m finished...

Peggy crept around to the back of the trailer, mindful of the thick power cords and other hazards threatening to trip her. When she made it to the other side, she found the tank of propane gas and hooked it up to a pipe that fed into the trailer. She turned the handle on the tank and heard it hiss.

If the front door of the trailer was opened again, the pilot light would come on and ignite the gas, making Marsh go bye-bye.

That is if everything worked out the way it was suppose to...

Connor was waiting where she’d asked him to. She grabbed the set of keys off the post next to the guard’s tent and unlocked the other trailer. After removing the chain as quietly as she could, she turned the handle and cracked open the door.

No one was waiting for them.

She stepped inside with Connor next to her and together they scanned the trailer with their eyes. Cowering in a corner she saw a woman and a small girl about Connor’s age.

“Come on! We need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

The woman stared up at her, confused by what Peggy was saying.

“But they’re watching us. They’ll kill us if we try to escape.”

“And they’re going to kill us if we don’t,” said Peggy.

A screen door flew open with a cry and shuddered against the house. Peggy heard feet scuffling across the wooden porch. She grabbed Connor by the hand and headed out of the trailer.

“We’re leaving… Decide now if you want to live or not.”

CHAPTER 28

Green Man and his partner were catching up. Robert could hear the hiss of air in their throats and the sharp crush of gravel as they ran. His thigh stung horribly now and blood had soaked all the way through his jeans.

They slowed down as they approached the train trestle, hoping to spot a trail that would allow them to get off the tracks into the surrounding woods. But there wasn’t any such trail through the thick wall of bramble and the higher ridge above the tracks looked steep and muddy.

The train whistled behind them, its beam illuminating the far end of the tunnel.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Steven asked.

“I don’t see any other way.”

The ground exploded between them, cutting their arms with gravel shrapnel. Robert spun around and returned fire, but the shooters ducked behind a steel utility box.

Their decision had been made for them. They’d have to get across the trestle and hope for the best…

They leaped forward onto the cross beams, taking care where they stepped so their feet did not fall through the wide empty spaces in between. It was impossible to move forward without keeping your eyes on where you stepped at all times. Once the two men found a comfortable stride, they were able to cross the tracks much faster.

Robert didn’t know how much more his hip could take. It throbbed intensely, and seemed to be freezing up.

A bullet sang past his head. He turned to see the two men standing next to the edge of the trestle. Behind them he saw the yellow gleam of the train’s headlight spilling onto the rails.

They were trapped. If they didn’t get shot first, the train was sure to run them over. Several yards ahead, he noticed a wooden platform off to the side of the trestle—a safe place they could stand as the train went past.

If there was only enough time to get there…

He heard another gunshot, and Steven let out a cry. He glanced to his side and saw Steven crouched over on the tracks, his leg jammed down between the crossbeams. Directly below him was a deep ravine of jagged rock.

“I’ve been hit!”

Robert turned around and fired back at the shooters. It was a sloppy job, but one of the men screamed and grabbed for his elbow. Robert reached down and took Steven’s hand, pulling him up until he could free his leg. Once he got him clear, he saw a ragged dark hole on the back of the man’s calf, spurting blood. The foot itself was a twisted mess.