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shirt that Rick had
bought for her before he left tore in the man’s grip.  Shannon got two steps
before one of the tattooed white men got hold of her.
    “No!” Kaley
screamed, and leapt for her.
    Then, a hand
made of steel grabbed her around her mouth, jerked her head backwards and
lifted her off the ground.  There was something clamped between the hand and
her mouth.  It smelled sweet at first, then really awful, like the fumes of
gasoline or Drano.  Her head swam for a moment as she kicked backwards at the
monster’s shins.  She heard him grunt, but otherwise she didn’t seem to have
any effect at all.
    Someone muttered
words she didn’t comprehend.  “ Bez prablem .”
    Someone else
replied, “ Khorosho .”
    Someone else
said, “Hurry the fuck up !”
    The world lurched,
her limbs went numb and her eyelids became very, very heavy.  She saw Shannon
being lifted and handed off to someone in the back of the Expedition.  Rounded
up … like cattle …
    It was the last
coherent thing that passed through her head.  The last thing she saw and felt
was Nan’s hand in hers.  She was on her deathbed, shaking her head
disapprovingly at her.  On that day, Kaley had felt something.  The charm,
perhaps.  She had also seen something in Nan’s eyes, something akin to a great,
inestimable pity.  Kaley suddenly recalled the old woman’s last words.  “Oh,
chil’…you got a lotta hurt comin’ yo way…good luck…”
     
     
     
    It had all
happened so quickly that Spencer had barely had time to climb out of his
truck.  He hopped back inside when he saw the older girl getting tossed limply
into the back of the El Camino, just before the two vehicles took off.  The El
Camino peeled out at first, then followed the Expedition up the street past
Strike Gold.  As the Expedition went past, Spencer spotted a white fellow in
the passenger side seat, leaning an arm with huge biceps out the window.  The
bicep had a crimson bear on it, one claw lifted, preparing to swipe.
    The two vehicles
burned ondown the road, but they passed close enough, even the dark, that
Spencer could make out the Georgia license plate.  Bartow County, number AXC
327.  The two cars made a hard turn at the corner of Cheshire Road, a maneuver
that was at odds witht eh Expedition’s size and tonnage.  Its right-side tires
momentarily left the pavement, then it stabilized, and then both vehicles were
gone.
    He jumped out
again.  The street was utterly silent, not even a honking horn in the distance. 
The four black men, who had seemed so eager to boast their confidence before,
had vanished quick as a dream.  Across the street, the black couple, who had
been arguing just moments earlier, now stood looking dumbly up and down the
street.  Right, left, then right, then left again.  They were probably
wondering the same thing Spencer was.  Did I just fuckin’ see what I think I
did?
    “Huh,” Spencer
said to himself.  “Ya don’t see that every day.”  He reached into his pocket
and pulled out another Marlboro, lit it, and opened the driver’s side door to
hop back in.  He stopped, though, when he spotted Mac coming out of the store. 
The fat man barely fit through the front door, and he opened it more with his
belly than he did his hand, the bell jingling hard against the glass.  In his
right hand he carried a weapon.  Not a MAC-10, but a Glock, something that
would do the job just as well.  “They’re gone, Yoda,” Spencer said.
    “What the fuck was that shit?!” he screamed, looking up and down the street.  Mac’s eyes found
something on the sidewalk and locked on.  He was panting, but his breathing
slowed as he started to put something together.  Spencer followed his gaze, and
saw the groceries spilled on the ground, the artifacts of a perfectly normal
life for two girls until seconds ago.  Then Mac looked up at Spencer
accusatorily.  He raised his gun.
    “Hey, hey, hey!”
Spencer shouted, stepping so that he