Chapter 10
MILLEUS SHIFTED the van into “brake” and it rolled to a stop just before it hit the fence. A cloud of steam burst from the pressure vent in an angry hiss. He flung the door open, dropped out of the van and slammed the door after him, as if it was to blame for his mood.
Mercy, mercy on his brother if ever he got his hands on the blabbermouth.
In his mind, he could still see the town’s shopkeeper’s smiling face, hear his voice, So it is true, then, you will be standing as Proctor?
He had wanted to wring the man’s neck, wanted to shout, Who in the blazing wastelands has told you such nonsense?
But two of the man’s customers had been standing in the corner of the shop, wide-eyed. Next thing the whole town would be talking about him returning to the doga, no matter that he had t
