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Memphis Run
#18 in the Endworld series
David Robbins
Chapter One
"Did you see that?" the girl asked.
"See what?" responded the lean man in buckskins. His keen blue eyes
scanned the lush foliage ahead as his hands dropped to the pearl-handled
Colt Python revolvers strapped around his narrow waist. The westerly
breeze stirred his blond hair.
"I saw something," the girl insisted.
Frowning, his sweeping blond mustache curling downward, the
gunman took several strides in front of the child. "What was it? Another
blasted mutant?"
"I don't know."
"I'm gettin' fed up with havin' to blow a mutant away every fifty miles
or so," the gunman commented.
"I don't think it was a mutant," the girl said. "It looked like a man."
"Are you sure, Chastity?"
 
The girl walked up to the gunman and tugged on his right pants leg.
"Would I lie to you. Daddy?" She wore a blue jump suit in need of a
thorough washing. Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed a face of
angelic innocence, and her blue eyes looked at the man accusingly.
"No, princess. I reckon you wouldn't," the gunman admitted. "How far
away was this varmint?"
"There," Chastity said, pointing at a cluster of trees a hundred yards
distant.
"Something wrong, Hickok?" inquired a newcomer behind them in a
deep, resonant voice.
"Or is it time for another potty break, Daddy?" added another man
with a hint of humor in his tone.
Hickok turned and stared critically at the second speaker, a small, wiry
man dressed all in black with a katana scabbard aligned under his belt on
his left hip and the corner of a brown pouch visible behind his right hip.
His black attire complemented his dark hair and eyes. "Are you makin' fun
of me, Rikki?" Hickok demanded.
The Family's supreme martial artist kept a straight face. "Would I
stoop to teasing you? The code of Bushido does not permit a perfected
swordmaster to indulge in sarcasm."
Hickok made a snorting noise. "If words were bull manure, I'd be in it
up to my waist! You're worse than that mangy Injun."
"What mangy Injun?" Chastity interjected.
The gunman gazed down at her. "One of my best buddies is an Indian
named Geronimo. He's a Warrior, just like me."
Chastity nodded. "Oh. That's right. You've talked about him before. You
must like him a lot."
"For a six-year-old, you're pretty sharp," Hickok remarked. Then he
sighed. "Yeah. I miss Geronimo heaps. But don't ever tell him that."
"Why not?" Chastity questioned.
 
"I don't want him to think I'm gettin' mushy in my old age," Hickok
said.
"You're not old," Chastity insisted.
The fourth member of their quartet cleared his throat. "If you don't
mind, I'd like to keep moving unless there was a reason for stopping."
Hickok faced the man with the deep voice, a towering giant whose
bulging muscles served as a visible testimony to his prodigious strength.
"Chastity saw something or someone up yonder," he reported.
"Why didn't you say so?" asked the titan, a seven-foot colossus attired
in a black leather vest, green fatigue pants, and black combat boots.
Suspended from his belt on each hip was a Bowie knife in a brown sheath.
His gray eyes narrowed and he ran his right hand through his dark,
windblown hair. He scrutinized the terrain in their path, then looked at
the girl. "What did you see?"
"A man, I think. He went from tree to tree," she answered, and gestured
at the stand of trees.
"Did he see us?" the giant probed.
"He was looking at us, Blade," Chastity replied.
Blade rested his hands on his Bowies. " Now what?"
"I'll check it out," Hickok offered.
"Allow me," Rikki interjected, and grinned at the gunman. "Daddy
should stay here with Chastity."
"Go," Blade said to the martial artist. Then he added an afterthought:
"Be careful."
"Will do," Rikki promised, jogging off.
"I like Ricky-Picky-Daffy," Chastity declared. "He's nice."
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Hickok responded. "His name
is Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, and he took his name from a mongoose."
 
"I still don't get it," Chastity admitted. "How come you don't keep the
names your mommies and daddies give you?"
"I've explained it before," Hickok noted. "At the place we come from, a
compound called the Home, everyone goes through a Naming ceremony
when they turn sixteen. The man who built our Home, the man we call the
Founder of our Family, started the Naming ceremony. He wanted us to go
through the history books in our big library and find any name we liked as
our own. It was his way of trying to make sure we stayed in touch with our
roots, so to speak."
"I don't understand," Chastity said.
"Don't fret your noggin' over it," Hickok stated. "I'll explain the whole
deal again when you're seven."
Chastity pursed her thin lips for a moment. "Where did your name
come from?"
"Mine? Hickok was the name of a great gunfighter," Hickok detailed.
"He lived centuries ago. His full name was James Butler Hickok, and he
was one of the deadliest gunfighters who ever lived."
"Is that why you picked his name?" Chastity inquired.
"Not because he was deadly," Hickok said. "But because he was the best
at what he did, yet he never used his skill to deliberately hurt folks unless
they had it comin'. He was a lawman in the Old West."
"What happened to him?"
"He was shot in the back of the head by a mangy, yellow coyote by the
name of McCall," Hickok disclosed. "McCall was too yellow to take Hickok
on man to man in an honest shootout." He paused. "Everyone knew
Hickok was unbeatable. The only way to get him was in the back."
Chastity's expression became a mirror of concern. "You won't let that
happen to you!"
"Jack McCall bit the dust ages ago."
"Not him. But another bad man might try to shoot you in the back,"
 
Chastity said in alarm. She impulsively reached out and hugged him
around the knees. "Don't let anyone kill you. I don't want to lose another
daddy."
Hickok gently placed his left hand on the top of her head. "Don't worry,
princess. No one will ever plug me in the back."
Chastity squeezed tightly. "I hope not. I love you."
The gunman swallowed hard. "I'm fond of you too, little one." Eager to
change the subject, he glanced up. "Rikki is gettin' close to those trees."
Chastity released his knees and turned. "He'd better watch out."
"Was the man you saw armed?" Blade asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
Blade gazed at the gunman. "I'm beginning to believe you're right."
"About what?" Hickok responded.
"About returning to the Home," Blade said. "If our map is accurate, we
should be within forty miles or less of Memphis."
"If Memphis is still there," Hickok observed. "Maybe it was hit during
the war."
"We'll find out," Blade declared. "In any event, we need transportation
capable of reaching Minnesota. We've been walking for weeks, and we
have over twelve hundred miles to go. Here it is, August already, and at
the rate we're traveling we won't reach the Home until next August."
"So what was I right about?" Hickok asked.
"About acquiring transportation," Blade mentioned.
"You mean when I said we should steal it?" Hickok inquired.
The giant nodded. "We may have no choice." He sighed sadly. "I miss
Jenny and Gabe."
"You miss your missus and young'un, and I miss mine," Hickok
 

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