along his leg with the muzzle pointed at the road. He looked right and left again, then walked over to Ralphâs window. The driverâs position in the Wayfarer was much higher than a carâs seat would have been, but the cop was so tallâsix-seven, at leastâthat he was still able to look down on Ralph as he sat behind the wheel in his captainâs chair.
The cop made a cranking gesture with his empty hand. Ralph rolled his window halfway down. âWhatâs the trouble, Officer?â
âHow many are you?â the cop asked.
âWhatâs wrââ
âSir, how many are you?â
âFour,â Ralph said, beginning to feel really frightened now. âMy wife, my two kids, me. We have a couple of flatsââ
âNo, sir, all your tires are flat. You ran over a piece of highway carpet.â
âI donâtââ
âItâs a strip of mesh embedded with hundreds of short nails,â the cop said. âWe use it to stop speeders whenever we canâit beats the hell out of hot pursuit.â
âWhat was a thing like that doing in the road?â Ellie asked indignantly.
The cop said, âIâm going to open the rear door of my car, the one closest to your RV. When you see that, I want you to exit your vehicle and get into the back of mine. And quickly.â
He craned his neck, saw Kirstenâshe was now holding onto her motherâs leg and peering cautiously around itâand gave her a smile. âHi, girly-o.â
Kirstie smiled back at him.
The cop shifted his eyes briefly to David. He nodded, and David nodded back noncommittally. âWhoâs out there, sir?â David asked.
âA bad guy,â the cop said. âThatâs all you need to know for now, son. A very bad guy. Tak! â
âOfficerââ Ralph began.
âSir, with all due respect, I feel like a clay pigeon in a shooting gallery. Thereâs a dangerous man out here, heâs good with a rifle, and that piece of highway carpet suggests heâs nearby. Further discussion of the situation must wait until our position has been improved, do you understand?â
Tak? Ralph wondered. Was that the bad guyâs name? âYes, butââ
âYou first, sir. Carry your little girl. The boy next. Your wife last. Youâll have to cram, but you can all fit into the car.â
Ralph unbelted and stood up. âWhere are we going?â he asked.
âDesperation. Mining town. Eight miles or so from here.â
Ralph nodded, rolled up his window, then picked up Kirsten. She looked at him with troubled eyes that were not far from tears.
âDaddy, is it Mr. Big Boogeyman?â she asked. Mr. Big Boogeyman was a monster she had brought home from school one day. Ralph didnât know which of the kids had described this shadowy closet-dweller to his gentle seven-year-old daughter, but he thought if he could have found him (he simply assumed it was a boy, it seemed to him that the care and feeding of the monsters in the schoolyards of America always fell to the boys), he would have cheerfully strangled the bugger. It had taken two months to get Kirstie more or less soothed down about Mr. Big Boogeyman. Now this.
âNo, not Mr. Big Boogeyman,â Ralph said. âProbably just a postal worker having a bad day.â
âDaddy, you work for the post office,â she said as he carried her back toward the door in the middle of the Wayfarerâs cabin.
âYup,â he said, aware that Ellie had put David in front of her and was walking with her hands on his shoulders. âItâs sort of a joke, see?â
âLike a knock-knock without the knocking?â
âYup,â he said again. He looked out the window in the RVâs cabin door and saw the cop had opened the back door of the police cruiser. He also saw that when he opened the Wayfarerâs door, it would overlap the car door, making a
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