with their mouths agape, figuring they were being invaded.
I paused at the only intersection in town, but I neednât have bothered since the Gape and Awe portion of the exercise appeared to be holding sway. There were about eight bikers on one side and a pickup truck, sedan, and a few more bikes on the other, but they were all stopped, probably afraid that we were going to open fire. I glanced around, half expecting to see a turret and .50. âIs this thing armed?â
Bill had broken out what I assumed were the copious manuals for the vehicle and was now studying the door in search of a window crank. âHow do you think the windows work?â
âThey probably donât; that would compromise the Ambush Protected part of the MRAP title.â
âHow the hell are you supposed to yell at everybody?â
I pulled forward through the intersection. âThatâs what the PA system would be for.â
âOh, we gotta find thatââ
âOh, no we donât.â
He studied the manual some more. âIn answer to your question, no it doesnât have any guns on it. Hell, itâs just a big truck thatâs hard to blow up, but youâd think we were trying to bring a tank in here when I was fighting with the county commissioners about the thing. Thereâs this one old hippie on the board from Sundance, and sheâs sure weâre trying to militarize the police department. Hell, thereâs only two of us, so Iâm not so sure how much militarization we could summon up.â
âWhat was the name of the guy that underwrote this thing for you?â
âBob Nanceâone of those computer whizzes from out of Californiaâa specialist in acoustic something or other. Heâs got a place up at the golf course. Comes out here in the summers to play and pretend heâs a cowboy. âCourse, I never met a cowboy with a log mansion on the ninth green.â
Traveling at a majestic five miles an hour, we were approaching the Ponderosa Café at midtown, where I could see Corbin Dougherty leaning on his vehicle as he talked to a group of bikers, all of them pausing in their conversation to watch the rolling fortress pass by. âHell, thereâs Deputy Dog. You wanna stop, and Iâll figure out how to open the door?â
I kept moving. âWhy donât we spare ourselves the embarrassment? Iâll get the information I need from him on the walk back.â
Bill looked a little unnerved. âYouâre not going to drive it back for me?â
âWasnât planning on it. Anyway, youâre going to need the practice.â
âWhat if I run over somebody?â
âYouâll hardly feel it.â I made the left, careful to avoid Lolaâs Cadillac parked next to the sidewalk adjacent to the motel, where Iâd left it earlier, the keys in the ignition as sheâd requested. We crossed the Belle Fourche bridge, and I was just glad the thing held. Amazingly enough, the MRAP had turn signals, and I clicked the stem down, indicating an impending left. The oncoming bikers had already stopped, never having encountered a great white whale like this one.
I spun the wheel, goosed the accelerator, and the big truck leapt across the lanes and roared into the Dakota Gas Company lot, where I figured out pretty quick that it wasnât going to fit under the awning. âOh, ye whale, now what?â
âThereâs a big-rig island in the back; just circle around there.â
I did as instructed and pulled up to the diesel pump with the green handle, then hit the
N
button and subsequently the
P
. âThere you are, Captain my Captainâsheâs yours from here on out.â
He reached around behind him, then began patting all his pockets with his hands. âUm, I appear to have left my wallet back at the office. You wouldnât happen to have some cash on you, would you?â
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