“Dear God, he’s going to say it,” protested Peter.
“Yes, yes, I am,” said Williams rapidly, and added: “Something divine. And I guess what I’m trying to tell you all now, especially you, Sheila, and you, Luna, is that ... well, I’m being called to go find Ank.”
A silence settled over the group that was hard to define as the river breathed and the sky continued to darken.
“What a bunch pseudo-spiritual horseshit,” Peter exclaimed.
“He’s right, Will, you can’t be serious,” said Sheila.
“A damn stupid idea, is what it is,” added Sammy. “If someone has to go, let it be me. Anyone can drive that bus. But not anyone can use that rifle the way they say you can.” He c****d his pistol in a move that stunned everyone, but didn’t raise it. “I won’t let you do it, Will. I’m sorry.” He glanced at
