the tankâs flames failed to kill the demon once, and here is our witness,â he pointed to Hunt, âfor he pulled the beast from blistering ash.â His Pietyâs face came back to life, so flushed that Hunt saw it reddening through his beard. âLet the tank try to kill the demon again. Let them kill all the heathens and their children, too. Let them even burn the truckâif that is Godâs will. But I do not believe that is so. That is not what the Lord is telling me. The Lord,â he looked at the Elders one by one, âis telling me that even if our tank kills all the fallen to get the fuel, which is their sacred duty, the demon will rise again because that is what a demon does until it meets the full force of the Lord Thy God on earth.â
His Piety thrust the sword back into the band of sunlight and vowed to the Father and Son to burn the demon into hell forevermore.
âAmen,â the Elders said.
âAmen,â Hunt uttered, and then collapsed.
T he armored tank raced at the caravan from less than a mile away, within easy striking distance with its long cannon. Jessie rushed Leisha and Kaisha to the gasoline tanker and gave them an open-air perch under the trailer, moving two more able-bodied girls to ladders up above. The twins cried out as their burns pressed against the metal grating.
Jessie forced herself to turn from them, searching wildly for Bliss and Jaya, recalling that the morning had started with the same task. She spotted the pair bolting to their respective posts: Bliss to the top of the tanker behind the cab, and Jaya to the van to ride shotgun.
Ananda?
In the van, she saw, when Jaya threw open the heavily plated door.
She wheeled around looking for Burned Fingers, and spotted the Pixie-bobs pouring down the bottom of the hill, a mass of fur as dark and wide as a mudslide. In seconds they swarmed the tank. Some were crushed but most leaped aboard, covering the camouflage paint with their writhing coats. Jessie saw in a glance there would be no protection from the cats for anyone riding on the outside of the tank or van. And there was no time to regroup.
A brief hope that the Pixie-bobs would cut off the tank crewâs sightlineâand stop the murderous vehicleâvanished when it churned on without changing course.
She raced toward Burned Fingers, who was studying the tankâs approach, yelling, âTheyâll be on us next.â
He raised his hand. âWeâll never outrun them,â he said evenly.
âWeâll never outgun them, either,â she shouted.
âNope, we wonât. Itâs a straight shot for them either way.â
Still his words came calmly. And in the midst of her most convulsive fearsâof ruthless firepower and voracious cats, whose howls now pierced the airâshe remembered how relaxed and cheerful heâd been during the most terrifying moments at the Army of God.
He knows war, she told herself now as she had then. âI donât care,â she bellowed, as if he had spoken the words in her head. âI just want to go.â
âOur timing is starting to look good,â he said.
Good? âHow can youââ
âTell Maul to start driving. Brindle, too. I want both of them in motion.â
âOf course.â She turned to run, finally. He grabbed her arm.
âBut tell Maul I donât want this truck moving any faster than you can walk. Then I need you back here, and when I say so, youâve got to signal himâand thatâs when heâs got to find a way to make this big fat fucker move.â
Burned Fingers pounded the back of the tanker; but she was already racing to the cab, ears ringing with the howling, engine roar, andârising above bothâthe deafening screams of terrified children.
Chapter Six
J essie veered immediately from the girls on the gasoline tanker clamoring for help. Harsh as it felt, she had no comfort or hope to offer them,