Chapter 11As the gates closed, theRaiders, gunsready, stood alert but scorpions didn’t regain their equilibrium.They crawled endlessly in every direction. After the dreary wetnessand fog I suddenly realized this chamber was bright and sunny. Iturned around and saw Kansas in the summer.
Flat land. Endless flat land. Somegrasses and some type of crop that looked remarkably like corn.Greenstalks, but I didn’t see any buds yet. About five feet high.Perfectly aligned in rows. Two Raiders eased me down again. Ileanedagainst a tree as the Raiders prepared to make camp. I saw twoothershad been wounded. Clint nursed a nasty gash in his side. The Cajunhad a long tear on her thigh.
Rab walked up and saluted. “Shall wemake camp here, major?”
“Yes. It doesn’t look like we’llneed any guard but let’s
