Forever Odd

close-you still might.”
        I hooked my fingers through the wires, tightened my hand into a fist, and ripped that colorful mare’s-nest out of the device.
        The small version of a carpenter’s level tipped on its side, and the bubble slipped into the blast zone.
        “I’m not dead,” Danny said.
        “Me neither.”
        I went to the furniture that had been stacked haphazardly by the earthquake and retrieved my backpack from the crevice in which I had tucked it less than an hour ago.
        From the backpack, I withdrew the fishing knife and cut the last of the duct tape that bound Danny to the chair.
        The kilo of explosives fell to the floor with a thud no louder than would have been produced by a brick of modeling clay. Boom-plastic can be detonated only by an electrical charge.
        As Danny got up from the chair, I dropped the knife into the backpack. I switched off the flashlight and clipped it to my belt once more.
        Freed of the obligation to puzzle out the meaning of the bomb wires, my subconscious was counting off the elapsing seconds since I had fled the casino, and being a total nag about the situation: Hurry, hurry, hurry .

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    FORTY-ONE
        
        AS THOUGH WAR HAD BROKEN OUT BETWEEN HEAVEN and Earth, another extended barrage of lightning blasted the desert, making pools of glass in the sand somewhere. Thunder cracked so hard that my teeth vibrated as if I were absorbing chords from the massive speakers at a death-metal concert, and bustling rat battalions of rain blew in through the broken window.
        Looking at the tempest, Danny blurted, “Holy crap.”
        I said, “Some irresponsible bastard killed a blacksnake and hung it in a tree.”
        “Blacksnake?”
        After handing my backpack to him and grabbing the shotgun, I stepped onto the threshold of the open door and checked the corridor. The furies had not yet arrived.
        Close behind me, Danny said, “My legs are on fire after the walk out from Pico Mundo, and my hip’s like full of knives. I don’t know how long I’ll hold up.”
        “We aren’t going far. Once we get across the rope bridge and through the room of a thousand spears, it’s a piece of cake. Just be as fast as you can.”
        He couldn’t be fast. His usual rolling gait was emphasized as his right leg repeatedly buckled under him, and though he had never been a complainer, he hissed in pain with nearly every step.
        Had I planned to take him directly out of the Panamint, we would not have gotten far before the harpy and the ogres caught up with us and dragged us down.
        I led him north along the hall to the elevator alcove and was relieved when we ducked out of sight into it.
        Although I hated to put down the shotgun, though I wished I’d had time to have it biologically attached to my right arm and wired directly into my central nervous system, I leaned it against the wall.
        As I began to pry at the lift doors that I had scoped out earlier, Danny whispered, “What-you’re going to pitch me down a shaft so it looks like an accident, then my Martian-brain-eating-centipede card will be all yours?”
        Doors open, I risked a quick sweep of the flashlight to show him the empty cab. “No light, heat, or running water, but no Datura, either.”
        “We’re going to hide here?”
        “You are going to hide here,” I said. “I’m going to distract and mislead.”
        “They’ll find me in twelve seconds.”
        “No, they won’t stop to think that the doors could’ve been pried open. And they won’t expect us to try to hide this close to where they were keeping you.”
        “Because it’s stupid.”
        “That’s right.”
        “And they won’t expect us to be stupid.”
        “Bingo.”
        “Why don’t we both hide in there?”
        “Because that would be stupid.”
        “Both eggs in one basket.”
        I said, “You’re getting a feel for this, compadre.”
        In my backpack were three additional half-liter bottles of water. I kept one and passed the others to him.
        Squinting in the dim light, he said, “Evian.”
        “If you’d like to think so.”
        I gave both of the coconut-raisin power bars to him. “You could last three or four days if you had to.”
        “You’ll be back before then.”
        “If I can elude them for a few hours, they’ll think the plan is to buy you time to