some of them were laughing. A couple of dogs barked and frisked around the edges of the group.
When Rhodes got out of his car, he could hear the roar of a gas-powered chain saw above the babble, but he couldnât tell where the sound was coming from. He walked over to join Ruth, who pointed at a small wooded area in back of the mobile-home park. The trees were close together, and vines of wild grapes hung from some of the limbs.
Though he could still hear the saw, Rhodes didnât see either the saw or the man wielding it.
âTheyâre back in the trees,â someone said in Rhodesâs ear. âTheyâll show up in a minute.â
âWho?â Rhodes said to Ruth.
âIâm not sure,â she told him.
âItâs that Thorpe fella,â said the voice in Rhodesâs ear.
Rhodes turned to see who was talking to him. The man must have been around seventy. He was tall, skinny, and his cheeks were as pink as if heâd just shaved, which might have been the case. Rhodes smelled Aqua Velva.
âYou sure?â Rhodes said.
âSure Iâm sure.â The man pointed. âI live in that trailer right over there.â
Rhodes wasnât sure what that was supposed to tell him.
âNext door to Thorpe,â the man said. âNameâs Sherman, Gid Sherman.â
He offered his hand. Rhodes shook it, thinking that the manâs voice sounded familiar. He might well be the anonymous caller who had turned Thorpe in for gambling.
While Rhodes was thinking this over, someone yelled, âHere they come!â
A man ran from the cover of the trees. He was old, but he was moving along at a pretty good clip. Rhodes didnât blame him, since Thorpe was right behind with the chain saw, which was getting louder now that it was closer.
âShoot him, Sheriff!â someone called out. âHeâs gaining!â
Ruth turned to Rhodes. âWant me to shoot him?â
âI donât think heâs gaining, but keep your gun handy,â Rhodes said. âIsnât that Alton Brant heâs chasing?â
It was, and the Korean War vet was high-stepping it when he passed the little crowd. He was flat of stomach and clear of eye, and he didnât even seem to be breathing hard.
Thorpe wasnât much younger than Brant. He wore cutoff jeans and a Harley-Davidson T-shirt. Rhodes didnât think Thorpe owned a motorcycle, but it was the thought that counted. Thorpe was still muscular enough to fill out the shirt in the right way, with a flat stomach and wide chest. The T-shirt was soaked with sweat from Thorpeâs exertions, and his face was red, but he was a handsome man, not movie-star handsome, but rugged. Iron-gray hair showed on the sides of his head not covered by the Houston Astros cap he wore.
When Brant went past, Rhodes moved out from the crowd and
stood in Thorpeâs path. Thorpe saw him and came to a shambling stop. His mouth was open, and he took deep, gasping breaths.
âWhatâs the trouble?â Rhodes had to raise his voice to be heard over the roar of the saw.
It took Thorpe a few seconds to catch his breath. When he did, he said, âGet out of my way, Sheriff.â
Rhodes didnât move. Thorpe revved the chain saw and made a feint at him. Rhodes smelled gas and hot oil.
âAssault with a deadly weapon,â Rhodes said. âYou donât need that on your record.â
âYou canât fool me, Sheriff.â Thorpe revved the saw again. âItâs too late to keep that off my record.â
Rhodes wondered if he should tell Ruth to shoot him, but the crowd was milling around, and some of them were already behind Thorpe. No good would come from firing a pistol in a situation like that.
Thorpe jumped forward, thrusting the saw at Rhodes. Rhodes jumped backward, watching the spinning chain and remembering for some reason a cartoon heâd once seen where a character was sliced in half.
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J. Aislynn d' Merricksson
Annathesa Nikola Darksbane, Shei Darksbane