[科幻]宿主-第39章

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of　an　enemy　city。　We　have　to　find　her　and　bring　her　home。

　Jared　interrupts　my　reminiscing。　“Nut　jobs　are　exactly　the　kind　of　people　who　will　have　survived。　People　
who　saw　Big　Brother　when　he　wasn’t　there。　People　who　suspected　the　rest　of　humanity　before　the　rest　
of　humanity　turned　dangerous。　People　with　hiding　places　ready。”　Jared　grins；　still　study…ing　the　lines。　And　
then　his　voice　is　heavier。　“People　likemy　father。　If　he　and　my　brothers　had　hidden　rather　than　fought。…　
Well；　they’d　still　be　here。”

　My　tone　is　softer；　hearing　the　pain　in　his。　“Okay；　I　agree　with　the　theory。　But　these　lines　don’tmean　
anything。”

　“Tell　me　again　what　he　said　when　he　drew　them。”

　I　sigh。　“They　were　arguing—Uncle　Jeb　and　my　dad。　Uncle　Jeb　was　trying　to　convince　him　that　
something　was　wrong；　telling　him　not　to　trust　anyone。　Dad　laughed　it　off。　Jeb　grabbed　the　photo　album　
from　the　end　table　and　started…　almostcarving　the　lines　into　the　back　cover　with　a　pencil。　Dad　got　mad；　

　

　Jared　nods　absently；　still　studying。　“The　beginning…　the　beginning…　It　has　to　mean　something。”

　“Does　it？　They’re　just　squiggles；　Jared。　It’s　not　like　a　map—they　don’t　even　connect。”

　“There’s　something　about　the　first　one；　though。　Something　familiar。　I　could　swear　I’ve　seen　it　somewhere　
before。”

　I　sigh。　“Maybe　he　told　Aunt　Maggie。　Maybe　she　got　better　directions。”

　“Maybe；”　he　says；　and　continues　to　stare　at　Uncle　Jeb’s　squiggles。

　She　dragged　me　back　in　time；　to　a　much；　much　older　memory—a　memory　that　had　escaped　her　for　a　
long　while。　I　was　surprised　to　realize　that　she　had　only　put　these　memories；　the　old　and　the　fresh；　together　
recently。　After　I　was　here。　That　was　why　the　lines　had　slipped　through　her　careful　control　despite　the　fact　
that　they　were　one　of　the　most　precious　of　her　secrets—because　of　the　urgency　of　her　discovery。

　In　this　blurry　early　memory；　Melanie　sat　in　her　father’s　lap　with　the　same　album—not　so　tattered　
then—open　in　her　hands。　Her　hands　were　tiny；　her　fingers　stubby。　It　was　very　strange　to　remember　being　
a　child　in　this　body。

　They　were　on　the　first　page。

　“Do　you　remember　where　this　is？”　Dad　asks；　pointing　to　the　old　gray　picture　at　the　top　of　the　page。　The　
paper　looks　thinner　than　the　other　photographs；　as　if　it　has　worn　down—flatter　and　flatter　and　
flatter—since　some　great…great…grandpa　took　it。

　“It’s　where　we　Stryders　e　from；”　I　answer；　repeating　what　I’ve　been　taught。

　“Right。　That’s　the　old　Stryder　ranch。　You　went　there　once；　but　I　bet　you　don’t　remember　it。　I　think　you　
were　eighteen　months　old。”　Dad　laughs。　“It’s　been　Stryder　land　since　the　very　beginning。…”

　And　then　the　memory　of　the　picture　itself。　A　picture　she’d　looked　at　a　thousand　times　without　ever　
seeing　it。　It　was　black　and　white；　faded　to　grays。　A　small　rustic　wooden　house；　far　away　on　the　other　
side　of　a　desert　field；　in　the　foreground；　a　split…rail　fence；　a　few　equine　shapes　between　the　fence　and　the　
house。　And　then；　behind　it　all；　the　sharp；　familiar　profile…

　There　were　words；　a　label；　scrawled　in　pencil　across　the　top　white　border：

　Stryder　Ranch；　1904；　in　the　morning　shadow　of…

　“Picacho　Peak；”　I　said　quietly。　

　

　The　thought　had　her　so　filled　with　yearning　and　excitement　that　the　blank　wall　in　my　head　slipped　entirely。

　I　saw　the　whole　journey　now；　saw　her　and　Jared’s　and　Jamie’s　careful　trek　across　the　country；　always　
by　night　in　their　inconspicuous　stolen　vehicle。　It　took　weeks。　I　saw　where　she’d　left　them　in　a　wooded　
preserve　outside　the　city；　so　different　from　the　empty　desert　they　were　used　to。　The　cold　forest　where　
Jared　and　Jamie　would　hide　and　wait　had　felt　safer　in　some　ways—because　the　branches　were　thick　and　
concealing；　unlike　the　spindly　desert　foliage　that　hid　little—but　also　more　dangerous　in　its　unfamiliar　smells　
and　sounds。

　Then　the　separation；　a　memory　so　painful　we　skipped　through　it；　flinching。　Next　came　the　abandoned　
building　she’d　hidden　in；　watching　the　house　across　the　street　for　her　chance。　There；　concealed　within　the　
walls　or　in　the　secret　basement；　she　hoped　to　find　Sharon。

　I　shouldn’t　have　let　you　see　that；Melanie　thought。　The　faintness　of　her　silent　voice　gave　away　her　
fatigue。　The　assault　of　memories；　the　persuasion　and　coercion；　had　tired　her。You’ll　tell　them　where　to　
find　her。　You’ll　kill　her；　too。

　“Yes；”　I　mused　aloud。　“I　have　to　do　my　duty。”

　Why？she　murmured；　almost　sleepily。What　happiness　will　it　bring　you？

　I　didn’t　want　to　argue　with　her；　so　I　said　nothing。

　The　mountain　loomed　larger　ahead　of　us。　In　moments；　we　would　be　beneath　it。　I　could　see　a　little　rest　
stop　with　a　convenience　store　and　a　fast　food　restaurant　bordered　on　one　side　by　a　flat；　concrete　
space—a　place　for　mobile　homes。　There　were　only　a　few　in　residence　now；　with　the　heat　of　the　ing　
summer　making　things　unfortable。

　What　now？　I　wondered。　Stop　for　a　late　lunch　or　an　early　dinner？　Fill　my　gas　tank　and　then　continue　on　
to　Tucson　in　order　to　reveal　my　fresh　discoveries　to　the　Seeker？

　The　thought　was　so　repellent　that　my　jaw　locked　against　the　sudden　heave　of　my　empty　stomach。　I　
slammed　on　the　brake　reflexively；　screeching　to　a　stop　in　the　middle　of　the　lane。　I　was　lucky；　there　were　
no　cars　to　hit　me　from　behind。　There　were　also　no　drivers　to　stop　and　offer　their　help　and　concern。　For　
this　moment；　the　highway　was　empty。　The　sun　beat　down　on　the　pavement；　making　it　shimmer；　disappear　
in　places。

　This　shouldn’t　have　felt　like　a　betrayal；　the　idea　of　continuing　on　my　right　and　proper　course。　My　first　
language；　the　true　language　of　the　soul　that　was　spoken　only　on　our　planet　of　origin；　had　no　word　for　
betrayal　ortraitor。　Or　evenloyalty　—because　without　the　existence　of　an　opposite；　the　concept　had　no　
meaning。

　And　yet　I　felt　a　deep　well　of　guilt　at　the　very　idea　of　the　Seeker。　It　would　be　wrong　to　tell　her　what　I　
knew。Wrong；　how？　I　countered　my　own　thought　viciously。　If　I　stopped　here　and　listened　to　the　
seductive　suggestions　of　my　host；　I　would　truly　be　a　traitor。　That　was　impossible。　I　was　a　soul。

　And　yet　I　knew　what　I　wanted；　more　powerfully　and　vividly　than　anything　I　had　ever　wanted　in　all　the　

　

　I　could　not　separate　myself　from　this　body’s　wants。　It　was　me；　more　than　I’d　ever　intended　it　to　be。　Did　
I　want　or　did　it　want？　Did　that　distinction　even　matter　now？

　In　my　rearview　mirror；　the　glint　of　the　sun　off　a　distant　car　caught　my　eye。

　I　moved　my　foot　to　the　accelerator；　starting　slowly　toward　the　little　store　in　the　shadow　of　the　peak。　
There　was　really　only　one　thing　to　do。

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　The　electric　bell　rang；　announcing　another　visitor　to　the　convenience　store。　I　started　guiltily　and　ducked　
my　head　behind　the　shelf　of　goods　we　were　examining。

　Stop　acting　like　a　criminal；Melanie　advised。

　I’m　not　acting；I　replied　tersely。

　The　palms　of　my　hands　felt　cold　under　a　thin　sheen　of　sweat；　though　the　small　room　was　quite　hot。　The　
wide　windows　let　in　too　much　sun　for　the　loud　and　laboring　air…conditioning　unit　to　keep　up。

　Which　one？I　demanded。

　The　bigger　one；she　told　me。

　I　grabbed　the　larger　pack　of　the　two　available；　a　canvas　sling　that　looked　well　able　to　hold　more　than　I　
could　carry。　Then　I　walked　around　the　corner　to　where　the　bottled　water　was　shelved。

　We　can　carry　three　gallons；she　decided。That　gives　us　three　days　to　find　them。

　I　took　a　deep　breath；　trying　to　tell　myself　that　I　wasn’t　going　along　with　this。　I　was　simply　trying　to　get　
more　coordinates　from　her；　that　was　all。　When　I　had　the　whole　story；　I　would　find　someone—a　different　
Seeker；　maybe；　one　less　repulsive　than　the　one　assigned　to　me—and　pass　the　information　along。　I　was　
just　being　thorough；　I　promised　myself。

　My　awkward　attempt　to　lie　to　myself　was　so　pathetic　that　Melanie　didn’t　pay　any　attention　to　it；　felt　no　
worry　at　all。　It　must　be　too　late　for　me；　as　the　Seeker　had　warned。　Maybe　I　should　have　taken　the　
shuttle。

　Too　late？　I　wish！Melanie　grumbled。I　can’t　make　you　do　anything　you　don’t　want　to　do。　I　can’t　
even　raise　my　hand！　Her　thought　was　a　moan　of　frustration。

　I　looked　down　at　my　hand；　resting　against　my　thigh　rather　than　reaching　for　the　water　as　she　wanted　to　
do　so　badly。　I　could　feel　her　impatience；　her　almost　desperate　desire　to　be　on　the　move。　On　the　run　
again；　just　as　if　my　existence　were　no　more　than　a　short　interruption；　a　wasted　season　now　behind　her。　

　

　With　a　sigh；　I　pulled　the　largest　shrink…wrapped　flat　of　water　bottles　from　the　shelf。　It　nearly　hit　the　floor　
before　I　caught　it　against　a　lower　shelf　edge。　My　arms　felt　as　though　they’d　popped　halfway　out　of　their　
sockets。

　“You’re　kidding　me！”　I　exclaimed　aloud。

　Shut　up！

　“Excuse　me？”　a　short；　stooped　man；　the　other　customer；　asked　from　the　end　of　the　aisle。　
“Uh—nothing；”　I　mumbled；　not　meeting　his　gaze。　“This　is　heavier　than　I　expected。”　
“Would　you　like　some　help？”　he　offered。　
“No；　no；”　I　answered　hastily。　“I’ll　just　take　a　smaller　one。”　
He　turned　back　to　the　selection　of　potato　chips。　
No；　you　will　not；Melanie　assured　me。I’ve　carried　heavier　loads　than　this。　You’ve　let　us　get　all　soft；　


Wanderer；　she　added　in　irritation。　
Sorry；I　responded　absently；　bemused　by　the　fact　that　she　had　used　my　name　for　the　first　time。　
Lift　with　your　legs。


　I　struggled　with　the　flat　of　water；　wondering　how　far　I　could　possibly　be　expected　to　carry　it。　I　managed　
to　get　it　to　the　front　register；　at　least。　With　great　relief；　I　edged　its　weight　onto　the　counter。　I　put　the　bag　
on　top　of　the　water；　and　then　added　a　box　of　granola　bars；　a　roll　of　doughnuts；　and　a　bag　of　chips　from　
the　closest　display。

　Water　is　way　more　important　than　food　in　the　desert；　and　we　can　only　carry　so　much　—　
I’m　hungry；I　interrupted。And　these　are　light。　
It’s　your　back；　I　guess；she　said　grudgingly；　and　then　she　ordered；Get　a　map。　
I　placed　the　one　she　wanted；　a　topographical　map　of　the　county；　on　the　counter　with　the　rest。　It　was　no　


more　than　a　prop　in　her　charade。　
The　cashier；　a　white…haired　man　with　a　ready　smile；　scanned　the　bar　codes。　
“Doing　some　hiking？”　he　asked　pleasantly。　
“The　mountain　is　very　beautiful。”　
“The　trailhead　is　just　up　that　—”　he　said；　starting　to　gesture。　


　

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“Head　down　before　it　gets　dark；　sweetie。　You　don’t　want　to　get　lost。”　
“I　will。”　
Melanie　was　thinking　sulfurous　thoughts　about　the　kind　old　man。　
He　was　being　nice。　He’s　sincerely　concerned　about　my　welfare；I　reminded　her。　
You’re　all　very　creepy；she　told　me　acidly。Didn’t　anyone　ever　tell　you　not　to　talk　to　strangers？　
I　felt　a　deep　tug　of　guilt　as　I　answered。There　areno　strangers　among　my　kind。　
I　can’t　get　used　to　not　paying　for　things；she　said；　changing　the　subject。What’s　the　point　of　scanning　


them？　
Inventory；　of　course。　Is　he　supposed　to　remember　everything　we　took　when　he　needs　to　order　

more？　Besides；　what’s　the　point　of　money　when　everyone　is　perfectly　honest？I　paused；　feeling　the　
guilt　again　so　strongly　that　it　was　an　actual　pain。Everyone　but　me；　of　course。　
Mel