En cours de chargement...
That's when I heard the strange sound: a kind of forlorn mewing, like the note of a horn being drug out too long, coming from just around the corner, just beyond the liquor store-and paused, holding up my hand. "What? What's going on?" I waved her into silence, dropping the rein, then hustled to the edge of the building-where, after peeking around the corner, I saw a juvenile sauropod of the Diplodocus family (meaning it was the size of a typical school bus) collapsed in the middle of the street-its right front leg stuck in a manhole. "What is it? What do you see?" I looked from the sauropod to the corner of a nearby building, where something had moved, then across the street to an overgrown alley.
Yes, I thought. There. And there. Between the tattoo parlor and the marijuana dispensary . "Allosaurs, " I said, gravely. "An entire pack of them. In desert camouflage. They-they've got something trapped." "Omigod. It-it's not your dog, is it?" I returned and picked up the rein, began leading Blucifer forward, into the intersection. "No." "Wait . what are you-" "We're going through, " I said. "But what if those things-" "They don't care about us; they want the bigger game.
For now. Just hold on." The horse's hooves went clip-clop, clip-clop as we passed, the bluish-gray sauropod coming into full view ... A moment later she said, "It-it's stuck. In the manhole. Do you see that?" I eyed the predators warily, continuing to lead. "There's nothing we can do about it." "But she'll be helpless against-" "That is the way of it, " I insisted. "The way of the-" "Look, would you stop with the Indian clap-trap? I'm not even sure-" There was a thwomp as the allosaur by the building leapt into the road-not by us but about fifty feet away, near the sauropod. "Jesus, can't you do anything? What about your bow?" "And risk bringing them down on us?" I intensified our pace, sprinting toward the Stratosphere.
"No!" And then they were coming-the allosaurs from across the street-passing so close we could smell the meat on their breath; closing in on the frightened herbivore . until we passed the scene completely and sought refuge in a nearby gas station (its storefront had long since collapsed) and gathered there trembling as the sauropod cried out-for it wouldn't be long now until they fell upon her. "Jesus, " said Essie, listening.
"What a world." "Yes, " I said, remembering. "My father used to say it had a demonic sublime; every tree and every rock, every animal, including man, down to the lowest insect." I listened as the sauropod moaned, seeming already to give up, to resign its fate. "And yet." "What do you mean?" "What?" "You said, 'and yet.' What did you mean?" I un-shouldered the compound bow-rubbing my aching deltoid, stretching my arm.
"Nothing. It's just that . maybe it doesn't have to be this way." When she didn't respond I looked at her-found her already looking at me: calmly, meditatively, her eyes seeming to glimmer. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." "I mean . that I could end it. Her confusion and terror. That I-could prevent her from suffering." I looked at the bow and the dark, poisoned bolts attached to it. "That it's in my hands to do so."