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. Each had
broken over the horizon about the same time, Maggie from southwest. Jinx from
northwest. Since we had come to rest with the main viewport oriented west, we
could see them easily. A rolligon lorry (had to be Henderson, from the talk) was
in the northwest and a little closer. It had what seemed to be a bazooka mount
just forward of its cabin. The transporter was a very long vehicle, with tractor
treads at each end and a heavy-duty crane mounted aft. I did not see a bazooka
mounted on it but I did see what could have been a Browning 2.54 cm semi.
"Maggie, I hurried out here in the roily for humanitarian reasons...
something you wouldn't understand. But my boy Wolf is fetching my transporter,
with his sister Gretchen manning the turret. Should be here soon. Shall I call
them and tell them to go home? Or hurry along and avenge their pappy?"
"Jinx, you don't really think I'd shoot holes in your cabin, do you?"
"Yes, Maggie, I most surely do think you would. Which would just barely
give me time to put one under your treads, that being where I'm aimed right now.
On a dead-man trigger. Which would leave me dead... and you just sitting there,
unable to move, and just waiting for what my kids would do to the party who done
in their pappy... my turret gun having about three times the reach of your pea
shooter. Which is why I got it... after Howie come to his death by mischance
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