Hunter smiled like a buffoon. “Really? Wow, Iowa. How far away is that?”
Chase returned a more sophisticated smile, one side of his mouth turning up higher than the other, as if to say, ‘I know I’m smarter than you.’
“It’s around five-hundred miles away. I didn’t check the odometer when we arrived, but our truck runs about twenty to the gallon. We filled up at a giant truck-stop before we turned south about two hours from here.”
Hunter scratched his head. “Yeah, we’ve gassed up there a couple times when we’ve gone out salvaging. I can’t believe the number of truckers that died sitting in their cabs.”
“I know. I bet it was tough for them to die on the road away from their families, all alone like that.”
Hunter didn’t understand why Chase’s smile grew wider, exposing perfect white teeth. The guy was certainly at the top of the weird and creepy list.
“What’re you guys doing this afternoon?” Jimmy asked.
Scout answered, “First we’re going to eat. Then we might clear that southern field you’ve been bugging us about. Or start on it, anyways.”
Chase fixed his dark gaze on them. “You guys are the cleanest farmers I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s ’cuz we haven’t been to work yet,” Scout said. “We get to sleep in on Saturdays.”
“You guys sleep in every day.” Jimmy waved a hand. “Calling them farmers is like calling an onion, spud. They may grow in the ground, but they don’t exactly taste the same.” He smiled at Vanessa. “Our brothers are a continual work in progress, huh?”
“I don’t know how you can use the word ‘work’ in the same sentence with them,” Vanessa replied.
“Hey!” Hunter said. “You’re being kind of rough on us in front of company, aren’t you?”
“How long are you planning to stay with us?” Scout asked.
Chase spread his hands out on the table. “We’re not sure yet. We’d like to make it back home before a snowstorm breaks out.”
“The way those clouds are moving in that could be anytime,” Hunter said. “We better eat something before we get to work,” he added, poking Jimmy’s shoulder.
“All right, but be careful in that southern field. That’s were Samuel found those rattlesnakes last week.”
“We will.” Hunter looked at Chase who was smiling at him still like he was a plate of food. “Nice meeting you guys. Maybe we’ll see you tonight at supper if you’re still here.”
“Have lots of fun in the field, spuds,” Chase said.
• • •
Back at their house, Hunter straddled his motorbike with a very full stomach. He seriously considered ramming his finger down his throat so he could puke.
“Chase seemed pretty sharp,” Scout said. “He didn’t believe our farmer story.”
Hunter shared the notion. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, we don’t dress like farmers with my camouflage and your leather jacket. He didn’t buy our act for a second.”
“I know, but what could we do-tell him we’re going to search for the rest of his gang?”
“I just don’t like it, that’s all. He called us spuds.”
About four hours of overcast daylight remained to search for anything out of the ordinary. Hunter zipped up his jacket, wondering if it would offer enough protection against the cold. He revved the bike’s throttle back until the motor idled without choking out. They headed north out of town since that’s the way Chase said he’d come.
They slowed after a couple miles and looked around. The gray sky melted into the flat gray landscape and there weren’t any strangers holding up signs that read, “Here we are.”
“Which way?” Scout asked over the sound of purring engines.
“I’ll take west. I doubt they came from Iowa.”
“We should ride together in case of trouble. Plus, one of us might miss something if we split up.”
“I don’t miss.”
“Whatever. We’ve got to play this smart. The town is depending on us.”
“All right, we both go west. Try not to slow me down.”
“Don’t flip your bike and we won’t need to worry, will we?”
Hunter showed Scout his middle finger and then clicked into first, second and third in rapid succession as he headed west. Scout stayed right on his back fender like they were tied together.
They traveled at a constant speed, not too fast to miss anything but quickly enough to eat up ground, going through every farmstead, woodland or canyon in a five-mile radius around Independents. They figured that if there were others hiding out, Chase would stick them close by for emergencies. Hunter and Scout knew the area’s best hiding spots. Going spot to spot was easy with the land’s relatively flat topography and by late afternoon they were circling to the southeast. The sun finally won a small victory and broke through the clouds bottom edge. It shined on their backs, relieving their chilled bodies from the whip of the open air.
The ride sapped away Hunter’s energy. He rolled to a stop and killed the engine. Scout pulled up next to him and did the same. They got off their motorbikes and Hunter’s legs shook like the world was tilting. He leaned against his bike to keep from sliding to his knees.
“Are you okay?”
Hunter didn’t need Scout’s concern right now. “I’m fine, just a little tired,” he said, wishing he’d come up with a better excuse. He guzzled water and felt sturdier.
“You think they told the truth?” Scout said. He poured water in his hands and washed the grime from his face. Hunter copied him and was refreshed by the cold splash.
“It’s starting to look that way.” Hunter scanned the area and took a calculation of the sun’s position. He stretched out his arms and popped his back and neck before shaking the stiffness out of his legs. “We got about another hour of daylight left. They didn’t come from the west and I was pretty sure they had. South isn’t looking too good, either.”
“Iowa it is then, huh? Well, we can make it to the east side of Independents before sunset and then head back into town. At least we’ll sleep better knowing they didn’t bring an army.”
Hunter reached into his coat sleeve and rubbed the small white scar on his arm. It was the only evidence left that a broken bone had popped through his skin.
“I forgot Catherine. What if they find out about her?”
Scout shook his head. “Your brother sent Samuel over to Ginger’s house when Chase and his crew showed up. They won’t find out about Catherine. Only the town council knows anything about her healing powers. No one’s saying a word. Jimmy will see to that.”
“He better; Catherine might be his only chance.”
“Vanessa’s thinking the same thing. We all are. Catherine’s our only shot if the plague is still hanging around out there waiting.”
They packed their stuff away and started up again. Scout led this time. Hunter trailed, and did his best to keep his mind alert. The break revived him enough for the few miles left ahead.