“Yes and no,” said Williams. “But remember, they’re motorized.” He glanced at Sammy. “And something tells me they’re not stuck in first gear. But it’s not just that. We’re running low on supplies, the stuff we picked up in Lonepine notwithstanding. Besides, we’ll need to get to Barley well ahead of the enemy if we’re going to arrive at any sort of battleplan. No,” He stared down the dirt road again. “We’ve come this far on blind faith; we’ll make it the rest the distance the same way.”
“Faith isn’t going to build a bridge if none is there,” said Peter.
“And yet it might, Mr. Romero. It just might,” said Williams.
And then he was again taking point as Peter and Sheila and Sammy and Luna exchanged nervous glances ... before following him at last onto the dusty byway.
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Ank ran—hi
