Phoenixâwindy. It took him three tries with a matchâhe mentally refused to destroy the wick on his Zippo. But he got the pilot lit, waited a few seconds, and turned the dial for the water temperature to hot. He closed the vented cover and walked over to the door, then up into the trailer.
âIâll have dinner in about twenty minutes,â Jessica said without turning around.
âThanks,â Frost grunted, crawling past her, going into the bathroom and turning on the sink to wash his handsâthere was no water. âHit the power switch, huh!â
âSorry,â she sang back. The water gurgled and sounded as though it were about to explode, then started through the pipe.
Frost washed his hands, dried them, and studied his face in the bathroom vanity mirror. If he felt half as tired as he looked, he decided, he would be dead.
He started out of the bathroom, sliding past Jessica and sitting down at the table by the front window. With only one light on in the trailer overhead, he was still able to see something of the outside when he peered closely through the glass.
âDamn it!â
âWhatâs the matter?â Jessica asked him.
Without looking at her, Frost answered, âThose kidsâabout a dozen and a half of them out thereâsplit up into two groups, over by the playground area it looks like.â
âWhat are they up to, you think?â
âWell, when I was a kid, I think they called it a rumble. Godâthatâs all I need!â
Frost could feel Jessica behind him. He turned a little, and saw her peering through the window over his shoulder. âWhat do you want to do?â
âWellâif they get a big, loud fight going, weâve got cops all over the placeâall over us, too.â
âYou wanna unhook and get out of here?â
âWe do that, weâll have a good stiff drive ahead of us before we find another campground, feel like hell tomorrow morning.â Frost looked at his watch again, then added, âItâs already tomorrow morning anyway. We canât afford to sit it out too late in a campgroundâsettinâ ourselves up for the KGB people, the cops, anybody. Weâre better moving.â
âWant to just sleep in shifts tomorrow?â she asked.
âIâll go outside, see if I can scare them into thinking Iâm a cop or something and get âem to hold the festivities somewhere elseâprobably the best idea.â
Frost started to push up from the bench-type seat, then felt her hands on his shoulders and looked up into her face. âYou figure about eighteen of them, and one of youâwhat if they donât buy your pitch?â
âWell, maybe I knock a few heads together.â Frost smiled.
âWhat if a few of them knock your heads together?â
âI only had one head the last time I looked,â Frost told her, standing up, closing his jeans jacket and starting for the door.
âWant me there as backup?â
âNoâjust have dinner ready when I get back.â As soon as Frost stepped out the door, he realized that if he hadnât been so tired he wouldnât have made the decision to brace eighteen or so hotheaded kids all aloneâit was dumb. But he was too tired, he realized, to do anything else. Maybe the kids would sense that and pull back, sense he was too tired to fool around, just pick up their chains and switchblades and go home-maybe.
He listened to the crickets and night noises, the gravel crunching under his feet, turned once to look behind him, and saw the warm lights of the trailer behind him. Ahead, under the light of the playground, he could see the dark-clad figures, the voices already audible as laughter, murmuring, a few clear words shouted loudly. The words spelled a fight even if the presence of the two opposing knots of bikers hadnât.
Frost stopped at the edge of the playground, by a rough wooden teeter-totter. The
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