sk.thewastelands-第80节
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ards of greenery growing from the vines drooped in ratty sheaves； creating waterfalls of vegetation where once there had been a series of arched entrances。 A figure suddenly barrelled out through one of these waterfalls and hurried toward them。 It was a kid； Eddie realized； and not that many years out of diapers； judging by the size。 He was wearing a weird little Lord Fauntleroy outfit； plete with ruffled white shirt and velveteen short pants。 There were ribbons in his hair。 Eddie felt a sudden mad urge to wave his hands above his head and scream But…wheat say； 〃Lud is o…tay！〃
〃e on！〃 the kid cried in a high； piping voice。 Several sprays of the green stuff had gotten caught in his hair； he brushed absently at these with his left hand as he ran。 〃They're gonna do Spankers！ It's the Spankerman's turn to go to the land of the drums！ e on or you'll miss the whole fakement； gods cuss it！〃
Susannah was equally stunned by the child's appearance； but as he got closer； it struck her that there was something extremely odd and awkward about the way he was brushing at the crumbles and strands of greenery which had gotten caught in his beribboned hair： he kept using just that one hand。 His other had been behind his back when he ran out through the weedy waterfall； and there it remained。
How awkward that must be！ she thought； and then a tape…player turned on in her mind and she heard Roland speaking at the end of the bridge。 I knew something like this could happen 。 。 。 if we'd seen the fellow earlier； while we were still beyond the range of his exploding egg 。 。 。 Damn the luck！
She levelled Roland's gun at the child； who had leaped from the curb and was running straight for them。 〃Hold it！〃 she screamed。 〃Stand still； you！〃
〃Suze； what are you doing？〃 Eddie yelled。
Susannah ignored him。 In a very real sense； Susannah Dean was no longer even here； it was Detta Walker in the chair now； and her eyes were glittering with feverish suspicion。 〃Stop or I'll shoot！〃
Little Lord Fauntleroy might have been deaf for all the effect her warning had。 〃Hoss it！〃 he shouted jubilantly。 〃Yer gointer miss the whole show！ Spanker's gointer…〃
His right hand finally began to e out from behind his back。 As it did； Eddie realized they weren't looking at a kid but at a misshapen dwarf whose childhood was many years past。 The expression Eddie had at first taken for childish glee was actually a chilly mixture of hate and rage。 The dwarf's cheeks and brow were covered with the oozing； discol…ored patches Roland called whore's blossoms。
Susannah never saw his face。 Her attention was fixed on the emerg…ing right hand； and the dull green sphere it held。 That was all she needed to see。 Roland's gun crashed。 The dwarf was hammered backward。 A shrill cry of pain and rage rose from his tiny mouth as he landed on the sidewalk。 The grenade bounced out of his hand and rolled back into the same arch through which he had emerged。
Detta was gone like a dream； and Susannah looked from the smoking gun to the tiny； sprawled figure on the sidewalk with surprise； horror； and dismay。 〃Oh； my Jesus！ I shot him！ Eddie； I shot him！〃
〃Grays 。 。 。 die！〃
Little Lord Fauntleroy tried to scream these words defiantly； but they came out in a bubbling choke of blood that drenched the few remaining white patches on his frilly shirt。 There was a muffled explosion from inside the overgrown plaza of the corner building； and the shaggy carpets of green stuff hanging in front of the arches billowed outward like flags in a brisk gale。 With them came clouds of choking； acrid smoke。 Eddie flung himself on top of Susannah to shield her； and felt a gritty shower of concrete fragments…all small ones； luckily…patter down on his back； his neck； and the crown of his head。 There was a series of unpleasantly wet smacking sounds to his left。 He opened his eyes a crack； looked in that direction； and saw Little Lord Fauntleroy's head just …ing to a stop in the gutter。 The dwarf's eyes were still open； his mouth still fixed in its final snarl。
Now there were other voices； some shrieking； some yelling； all furi…ous。 Eddie rolled off Susannah's chair…it tottered on one wheel before deciding to stay up…and stared in the direction from which the dwarf had e。 A ragged mob of about twenty men and women had appeared； some ing from around the corner； others pushing through the mats of foliage which obscured the corner building's arches； materializing from the smoke of the dwarf's grenade like evil spirits。 Most were wearing blue headscarves and all were carrying weapons…a varied （and somehow pitiful） assortment of them which included rusty swords； dull knives； and splintery clubs。 Eddie saw one man defiantly waving a hammer。 Pubes； Eddie thought。 We interrupted their necktie party； and they're pissed as hell about it。
A tangle of shouts…Kill the Grays！ Kill them both！ They've done for Luster； God kill their eyes！…arose from this charming group as they caught sight of Susannah in her wheelchair and Eddie； who was now crouched on one knee before it。 The man in the forefront was wearing a kilt…like wrap and waving a cutlass。 He brandished this wildly （he would have decapitated the heavyset woman standing close behind him； had she not ducked） and then charged。 The others followed； yelling happily。
Roland's gun pounded its bright thunder into the windy； overcast day； and the top of the kilt…wearing Pube's head lifted off。 The sallow skin of the woman who had almost been decapitated by his cutlass was suddenly stippled with red rain and she voiced a sound of barking dismay。 The others came on past the woman and the dead man； raving and wild…eyed。
〃Eddie！〃 Susannah screamed； and fired again。 A man wearing a silk…lined cape and knee…boots collapsed into the street。
Eddie groped for the' Ruger and had one panicky moment when he thought he had lost it。 The butt of the gun had somehow slipped down inside the waistband of his pants。 He wrapped his hand around it and yanked hard。 The fucking thing wouldn't e。 The sight at the end of the barrel had somehow gotten stuck in his underwear。
Susannah fired three closely spaced shots。 Each found a target； but the oning Pubes didn't slow。
〃Eddie； help me！〃
Eddie tore his pants open； feeling like some cut…rate version of Superman； and finally managed to free the Ruger。 He hit the safety with the heel of his left palm； placed his elbow on his leg just above the knee； and began to fire。 There was no need to think…no need to even aim。 Roland had told them that in battle a gunslinger's hands worked on their own； and Eddie now discovered it was true。 It would have been hard for a blind man to miss at this range； anyway。 Susannah had cut the numbers of the charging Pubes to no more than fifteen； Eddie went through the remainder like a storm wind in a wheatfield； dropping four in less than two seconds。
Now the single face of the mob； that look of glazed and mindless eagerness； began to break apart。 The man with the hammer abruptly tossed his weapon aside and ran for it； limping extravagantly on a pair of arthritis…twisted legs。 He was followed by two others。 The rest of them milled uncertainly in the street。
〃e on； you deucies！〃 a relatively young man snarled。 He wore his blue scarf around his throat like a rally…racer's ascot。 He was bald except for two fluffs of frizzy red hair； one on each side of his head。 To Susannah； this fellow looked like Clarabell the Clown； to Eddie he looked like Ronald McDonald； to both of them he looked like trouble。 He threw a home…made spear that might have started life as a steel tableleg。 It clattered harmlessly into the street to Eddie and Susannah's right。 〃e on； I say！ We can get em if we all stick togeth…〃
〃Sorry； guy；〃 Eddie murmured； and shot him in the chest。
Clarabell/Ronald staggered backward； one hand going to his shirt。
He stared at Eddie with huge eyes that told his tale with heartbreaking clarity： this wasn't supposed to happen。 The hand dropped heavily to the young man's side。 A single runlet of blood； incredibly bright in the gray day； slipped from the er of his mouth。 The few remaining Pubes stared at him mutely as he slipped to his knees； and one of them turned to run。
〃Not at all；〃 Eddie said。 〃Stay put； my retarded friend； or you're going to get a good look at the clearing where your path ends。〃 He raised his voice。 〃Drop em； boys and girls！ All of em！ Now！〃
〃You 。。。〃 the dying man whispered。 〃You 。 。 。 gunslinger？〃
〃That's right；〃 Eddie said。 His eyes surveyed the remaining Pubes grimly。
〃Cry your 。 。 。 pardon；〃 the man with the frizzy red hair gasped； and then he fell forward onto his face。
〃Gunslingers？〃 one of the others asked。 His tone was one of dawning horror and realization。
〃Well； you're stupid； but you ain't deaf；〃 Susannah said； 〃and that's somethin； anyway。〃 She waggled the barrel of the gun； which Eddie was quite sure was empty。 For that matter； how many rounds could be left in the Ruger？ He realized he didn't have any idea how many rounds the clip held； and cursed himself for a fool 。 。 。 but had he really believed it could e to something like this？ He didn't think so。 〃You heard him； folks。 Dro
