Hides and furs were exchanged for rubles. The Soviets usually ignored these primitive American communities, which served their purposes because their commanding officers did a brisk trade with the mountainmen who did fur trapping. Moosehead Township was a set of ten or twelve wooden shacks and a tanning shed for hides. It was the area around a small hunter-trapper community called Moosehead. They came upon an area 235 miles south of Colorado Springs Plain that Rockson himself had crossed years earlier. A tattered and mouse-eaten American flag hung disintegrating on a pole nearby. He was staring forever at the three astronauts in spacesuits that had returned from the moon and were coming in to receive his accolades.
The snow flurries drifted in on the figure of John F. Light spilled in from above through a hole in the ceiling. Amen."ĭanik took the lead, and they passed a lifelike statue of Teddy Roosevelt riding a horse in the Battle of Bull Run, and then a replica of President Bush signing the Martial Law decree in the Oval Office. If you can see to do it, please welcome him into your arms. Heavenly Father, we send you our friend Run Dutil, a good and true American. As McCaughlin rolled up good-sized rocks to the body and then hefted a capstone in place, Rockson said, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The bearing was vague, as Dutil had measured direction with a sextant that was little more than a toy.ĭanik agreed, Run Dutil was solemnly carried outside, still in his frozen, stiff sitting position. Rockson needed every bit of his famed "mutant's luck" if they were to reach the obscure site. There is still some heat from radioactive elements in that surface - hence the clicking you hear on the Geiger attached to the front of my sled.
You notice that there is no snow on that mile-wide plain either. "The heat of the air-detonated blast melted the sand into that shiny surface. "That's the area that took a nuke bomb hit back in the twentieth century," said Rockson grimly. They came over the ridge and looked down on a glassy-surfaced blackened plain. McCaughlin shouted, "Watch out -" and drew his shotpistol, before he realized the face was familiar. Rockson gasped as his beam hit a human face. It was dark inside, they lit a flashlight.
Rockson and his Freefighters pulled up their sleds in front of the blackened crumbling structure and gingerly stepped into the ruin.
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