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philosophers once said, ‘I yam what I yam.’”
         “I know, and then he ate his spinach and was strong to the finish, right?”
         “Yeah. Something like that.”
         Tina got up and stretched.
         “Lenny, do you think you can use the yard tractor and pull two of these trailers out of the way today, so we can get our rig out of here?”
         “I reckon so. The brake lines are probably rotted after all this time, but I can drag ‘em out of the way if I need to.”
         Marty dumped the rest of his coffee into the campfire and walked over to the truck stop.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
         John sat at the new security contr ol center and called Brad from the base station.
         “Brad, this is John. You got your radio turned on this morning, or did you forget again?”
         Silence.
         He tried again.
         “Brad, this is John. Come in.”
         “Go ahead, John. I just… had my hands full.”
         But John could hear Sami laughing in the background.
         Sami came on and said, “Don’t believe him, Dad. His radio was off. He heard you calling on mine.”
         John heard Brad, in the skewed falsetto voice of a twelve year old boy, say “tattle-tale.”
         John said, “Brad, what are we going to do with you?”
         “Nothing, John. Living with your daughter is punishment enough.”
         John smiled but let the comment slide. Sami was a handful, all right. Always had been, even as a little girl.
         “Brad, Mark and Bryan are going out this morning for a couple of hours. Can you give them cover from the roof?”
         “Sure. Not a problem. I’ve been wanting to check out those blinds up there anyway. When are they heading out?”
         “In about forty five minutes or so.”
         “Ten four. I’ll come and see you as soon as I tie Sami up and leave her outside for the vultures.”
         John caught Rusty’s eye as he walked past the security console. Rusty was only fourteen, David’s oldest boy. But he was always volunteering to help out where he could, trying to prove he was more than just a kid.
         “Hey, Buddy! What are you up to this morning?”
         “Oh, nothing. Just looking around the new place. I think we’re going to like it here. Can anybody use the pool tabl es over there? Or are they reserved for just the ‘ adults ?’”
         He made air quotation marks with his fingers.
         “Oh, they’re for everybody. Warm yourself up a few games, and when I get relieved in a little bit I’ll play a few games of eight ball with you.”
         “Cool. But eight ball’s for amateurs. How about nine ball?”
         “Doesn’t matter the game, son. You’re going down either way. But hey, you want to help us out in the meantime?”
         “Sure. How?”
         “Mark and Bryan are going outside the wall this morning to do a little gardening. I need somebody to let them out, and then to man the gate in case we see something out there and have to tell them to come in quick. Can you man the gate for us?”
         “Okay. Do I get to carry a radio?”
         “Yes, but not to play with. You’ll have to stay off of it so you can hear me if I yell for you to open the gate for them.”
         “Can I carry a gun?”
         “Now, Rusty, we’ve had this conversation before. Your mom and dad don’t want you to carry a loaded firearm until I’ve had a chance to train you. And I told you I’d give you some training for your fifteenth birthday. Remember?”
         “They said I was almost ready. Ho w about if I carry an unloaded gun today? Just so I can get the feel of it?”
         John rolled his eyes and considered looking for someone else to man the gate for him. But Rusty was the only person he’d seen this morning who didn’t look busy,