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ht； buck。 Judas betrayed Jesus and Owen Philip Underhill betrayed us。 Judas got thirty pieces of silver。 Not much of a payday； do you think？'
'No； boss。' He delivered this reply partially turned away from Kurtz because something in the missary had exploded。 A steel hand clutched his shoulder and turned him back。 Kurtz's eyes were wide and burning。 The white lashes made them look like ghost…eyes。
'Look at me when I talk to you；' Kurtz said。 'Listen to me when I speak to you。' Kurtz put his free hand on the nine…millimeter's grip。 'Or I'll blow your guts out on the snow。 I have had a hard night here and don't you make it any worse； you hound； do you understand me？ Catch the old drift…ola？'
Johnson was a man of good physical courage； but now he felt something turn over in his stomach and try to crawl away。 'Yes； boss； I'm sorry。'
'Accepted。 God loves and forgives； we must do the same。 I don't know how many pieces of silver Owen got； but I can tell you this： we're going to catch him； we're going to spread his cheeks； and we are going to tear that boy a splendid new asshole。 Are you with me？'
'Yes。' There was nothing Freddy wanted more than to find the person who had turned his previously ordered world upside down and fuck that person over。 'How much of this do you reckon Owen's responsible for； boss？'
'Enough for me；' Kurtz said serenely。 'I have an idea I'm finally going down； Freddy…'
'No； boss。'
'…but I won't go down alone。' Ann still around Freddy's shoulders； Kurtz began to lead his new second back toward the 'Bago。 Squat； dying pillars of fire marked the burning gennies。 Underhill had done that； one of Kurtz's own boys。 Freddy still found it difficult to believe； but he had begun to get steamed； just the same。 How many pieces of silver； Owen？ How many did you get； you traitor？
Kurtz stopped at the foot of the steps。
'Which one of those fellows do you like to mand a search…and…destroy mission； Freddy？'
'Gallagher； boss。'
'Kate？'
'That's right。'
'Is she a cannibal； Freddy？ The person we leave in charge has to be a cannibal。'
'She eats em raw with slaw； boss。'
'Okay；' Kurtz said。 'Because this is going to be dirty。 I need two Ripley Positives； hopefully Blue Boy guys。 The rest of them 。 。 。 like the animals； Freddy。 Imperial Valley is now a search…and…destroy mission。 Gallagher and the rest are to hunt down as many as they can。 Soldiers and civilians alike。 From now until 1200 hours tomorrow； it's feeding time。 After that； it's every man for himself Except for us； Freddy。' The firelight painted Kurtz's face with byrus； turned his eyes into weasel's eyes。 'We're going to hunt down Owen Underhill and teach him to love the Lord。'
Kurtz bounded up the Winnebago's steps； sure as a mountain goat on the packed and slippery snow。 Freddy Johnson followed him。
13
The Sno…Cat plunged down the embankment to the Swanny Pond Road fast enough to make Henry's stomach roll over。 It slued； then turned south。 Owen worked the clutch and mangled the stick…shift； working the 'Cat up through the gears and into high。 With the galaxies of snow flying at the windshield； Henry felt as if they were travelling at approximately mach one。 He guessed it might actually be thirty…five miles an hour。 That would get them away from Gosselin's； but he had an idea Jonesy was moving much faster。
Turnpike ahead？ Owen asked。 It is； isn't it？
Yes。 About four miles。
We'll need to switch vehicles when we get there。
No one gets hurt if we can help it。 And no one gets killed。
Henry 。 。 。 I don't know how to break it to you； but this isn't high school basketball。
'No one gets hurt。 No one gets killed。 At least not when we're swapping vehicles。 Agree to that or I'm rolling out this door right now。'
Owen glanced at him。 'You would； too； wouldn't you？ And goddam what your friend's got planned for the world。'
'My friend isn't responsible for any of this。 He's been kidnapped。'
'All right。 No one gets hurt when we swap over。 If we can help it。 And no one gets killed。 Except maybe us。 Now where are we going？'
Derry。
That's where he is？ This last surviving alien？
I think so。 In any case； I have a friend in Derry who can help us。 He sees the line。
What line？
'Never mind；' Henry said； and thought： It's plicated。
'What do you mean； plicated？ And no bounce； no play what's that？'
I'll tell you while we're driving south。 If I can。
The Sno…Cat rolled toward the Interstate； a capsule preceded by the glare of its lights。
'Tell me again what we're going to do；' Owen said。
'Save the world。'
'And tell me what that makes us … I need to hear it。'
'It makes us heroes；' Henry said。 Then he put his head back and closed his eyes。 In seconds he was asleep。
P A R T T H R E E
QUABBIN
As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there；
He wasn't there again today！
I wish； I wish he'd stay away。
Hughes Meams
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE CHASE BEGINS
1
Jonesy had no idea what time it was when the green DYSART'S Sign twinkled out of the snowy gloom … the Ram's dashboard clock was bitched up； just flashing 12：00 A。M。 over and over … but it was still dark and still snowing hard。 Outside of Derry； the plows were losing their battle with the storm。 The stolen Ram was 'a pretty good goer'； as Jonesy's Pop would have said； but it too was losing its battle； slipping and slueing more frequently in the deepening snow； fighting its way through the drifts with increasing difficulty。 Jonesy had no idea where Mr Gray thought he was going； but Jonesy didn't believe he would get there。 Not in this storm； not in this truck。
The radio worked； but not very well； so far everything that came through was faint； blurred with static。 He heard no time…checks； but picked up a weather report。 The storm had switched over to rain from Portland south； but from Augusta to Brunswick； the radio said； the precipitation was a wicked mix of sleet and freezing rain。 Most munities were without power； and nothing without chains on its wheels was moving。
Jonesy liked this news just fine。
2
When Mr Gray turned the steering wheel to head up the ramp toward the beckoning green sign； the Ram pickup slid broadside； spraying up great clouds of snow。 Jonesy knew he likely would have gone off the exit ramp and into the ditch if he'd been in control； but he wasn't。 And although he was no longer immune to Jonesy's emotions； Mr Gray seemed much less prone to panic in a stress situation。 Instead of wrenching blindly against the skid； Mr Gray turned into it； held the wheel over until the slide stopped； then straightened the truck out again。 The dog sleeping in the passenger footwell never woke up； and Jonesy's pulse barely rose。 If he had been in control； Jonesy knew； his heart would have been hammering like hell。 But； of course； his idea of what to do with the car when it stormed like this was to put it in the garage。
Mr Gray obeyed the stop…sign at the top of the ramp； although Route 9 was a drifted wasteland in either direction。 Across from the ramp was a huge parking lot brilliantly lit by arc…sodiums； beneath their glare； the wind…driven snow seemed to move like the frozen respiration of an enormous； unseen beast。 On an ordinary night； Jonesy knew； that yard would have been full of rumbling diesel semis； Kenworths and Macks and Jimmy…Petes with their green and amber cab…lights glimmering。 Tonight the area was almost deserted； except for the area marked LONG…TERM SEE YARD MANAGER MUST HAVE TICKET。 In there were a dozen or more freight…haulers； their edges softened by the drifts。 Inside； their drivers would be eating； playing pinball； watching Spank…O…Vision in the truckers' lounge； or trying to sleep in the grim dormitory out back； where ten dollars got you a cot； a clean blanket； and a scenic view of a cinderblock wall。 All of them no doubt thinking the same two thoughts： When can I roll？ And How much is this going to cost me？
Mr Gray stepped down on the gas； and although he did it gently； as Jonesy's file concerning winter driving suggested； all four of the pickup's wheels