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He slowed. He braked and stopped. Then he saw them. He sat there and watched them as they passed, about a half-mile ahead.
A monstrous herd of bison crossed before him. It took the better part of an hour before they had passed. Huge, heavy, dark, heads down, hooves scoring the soil, they ran without slowing until the thunder was great and then rolled off toward the north, diminishing, softening, dying, gone. The screen of their dust still hung before him, and he plunged into it, turning on his lights.
He considered taking a pill, decided against it. Greg might be waking soon, he -wanted to be able to get some sleep after they'd switched over.
He came up beside a highway, and its surface looked pretty good, so he crossed onto it and sped ahead. After a time, he passed a faded, sagging sign that said "TOPEKA—110 MILES."
Greg yawned and stretched. He rubbed his eyes withhis knuckles and then rubbed his forehead, the right side of which was swollen and dark.
"What time is it?" he asked.
Ta
"Morning or is it afternoon?"
"Afternoon."
"My God! I must have slept around fifteen hours!"
That's about right."
"You been driving all that time?"
"That's right."
"You must be done in. You look like hell. Let me just hit the head. I'll take over in a few minutes."
"Good idea."
Greg crawled toward the rear of the vehicle.
After about five minutes. Ta
Ta
"I'll take over now," he said.
"I want to get out of this place first," and they both watched in silence for the next fifteen minutes until the dead town was gone from around them.
Ta
"How did it go while I was alseep? Did you have any trouble?""No," said Ta
Greg drove away from the sunset, and he ate three ham sandwiches and drank a quart of milk before Topeka.
IX
Ta
Like gigantic dried leaves, great clouds fell about them. Bats, bats, bats. The air was filled with bats. Ta
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Kansas City. The place seems full of them," and Greg released another rocket, which cut a fiery path through the swooping, spi
"Save the rockets. Use the fire," said Ta
The flame shot forth, orange and cream blossoms of combustion. When they folded,. Ta
"Roll it!" he cried, and the car moved forward, swaying, bat bodies crunching beneath its tiresTa
In the sudden magnesium glow from overhead, it seemed that millions of vampire-faced forms were circling, spiraling down toward them.
He switched from gun to gun, and they fell about him like fruit. Then he called out, "Brake, and hit the topside flamel" and Greg did this thing.
"Now the sidesi Front and rear next!"
Bodies were burning all about them, heaped as high as the hood, and Greg put the car into low gear when Ta
Ta
The bats were still there, but circling higher now. Tan-ner primed the guns and waited, but they did not attack again in any great number. A few swept about them, and he took pot-shots at them as they passed.
Ten minutes later he said, "That's the Missouri River to our left. If we just follow alongside it now, we'll bit Saint Louis."
"I know. Do you think itil be full of bats, too?"
"Probably. But if we take our time and arrive with daylight, they shouldn't bother us. Then we can figure a way to get across the Missus Hip."
Then their eyes fell upon the rearview screen, where the dark skyline of Kansas City with bats was silhouetted by pale stars and touched by the light of the bloody moon.
After a time, Ta
He awoke with a jolt and saw the morning spread out before him: a bright coin in the middle of a dark blue tablecloth and a row of glasses along the edge. "That's it," said Greg. "The Missus Hip." Ta
After they had refreshed themselves, they sought the bridge.
"I didn't see any of your naked people with spears," said Greg- "Of course, we might have passed their way after dark—if there are any of them still around."
"Good thing, too," said Ta
The bridge came into view, sagging and dark save for the places where the sun gilded its cables, and it stretched unbroken across the bright expanse of waters. They moved slowly toward it, threading their way through streets gorged with rubble, detouring when it became com-pletely blocked by the rows of broken machines, fallen walls, sewer-deep abysses in the burst pavement.
It took them two hours to travel half a mile, and it was noon before they reached the foot of the bridge, and, "It looks as if Brady might have crossed here,'* said Greg, eyeing what appeared to be a cleared passageway amidst the wrecks that filled the span. "How do you think he did it?"
"Maybe he had something with him to hoist them and swing them out over the edge. There are some wrecks below, down where the water is shallow."
"Were they there last time you passed by?"
"I don't know. I wasn't right down here by the bridge. I topped that hill back there," and he gestured at the rearview screen.
"Well, from here it looks like we might be able to make it. Let's roll."
They moved upward and forward onto the bridge and began their slow passage across the mightly Missus Hip. There were times when the bridge creaked beneath them, sighed, groaned, and they felt it move.