“Oh, and speaking of rape,” Ben said casually, taking his backpack off again. “I have something for you.”
The stick jumped in her hands, and Lucy rested one end on the sand. “You are the worst person in the world to try to do this with,” she said.
“Sorry,” Ben mumbled as he dug in his pack. “Here, these are for you and your mom.” He handed Lucy two black rectangles with prongs at the top.
“What’s this?”
“Push the button on the side,” Ben said.
She did, and a bright-blue arc of light jumped from one prong to the other. The rectangle buzzed in her hand and Lucy yelped, dropping it to the ground. “What the hell?”
“It’s electricity,” Ben explained. “Nora and Bailey carry them too, although I don’t think any of the men would ever consider touching you while my dad forbids it.”
Lucy toed the black object in the sand mistrustfully. “So it shocks people?”
“Yeah, anybody gives you trouble, you—ZZZZZZ—” Ben imitated jerking motions. “Zap ’em. It’s really pretty neat. Catch a turtle and I’ll show you how it works.”
“I think I’m okay,” Lucy said, putting both in her own backpack. She picked her stick up and looked behind them at the handful of blue flags spotting the desert. “We should keep going.”
“Dad wanted us to place all of these,” Ben said, looking doubtfully at the pile still at his feet. “We should stick some in random places.”
Lucy shook her head. “And then people would be digging for no reason. I can’t always be sure what I find is a solid bet, but I won’t set people looking where I know there’s nothing.”
Ben blew out his cheeks in frustration. “Have it your way then.”
She flapped her arms about her, muscles cramping from holding them straight for so long. “Give me a sec, I’ll be ready soon.”
“Whenever,” Ben said, flopping to the desert floor.
“So, were there ever other women? Has it always been just Nora and Bailey?”
“Huh? Oh no, there used to be a whole lot more people here, in general. Then cholera swept through right around the time I was born, and it wiped out a lot of us.”
“Cholera’s bad stuff.”
“We’d taken in some new people and one of them was falling sick but hiding it. Probably one of the females, because not long after that their water supply was infected.”
“The women drank from different water?”
Ben shaded his eyes to look up at her. “Dad said it caused too much trouble and distraction to have everybody doing as they pleased, so men and women lived apart.”
“And people were okay with that?”
“I guess they had water and food, so they were okay with anything.”
Lucy dropped down next to Ben in the sand, pulling out her water bottle. “So one of the women was sick with cholera?”
“Yeah. Whoever it was, they were all drawing out of the same tank in the women and children’s hotel, and a few days later most of them were dead. Dad said it was such a stink they ended up torching the place, hoping to kill off the bug.”
“It work?”
“Seems so. We haven’t had a case of cholera since then, although it made Nora straight paranoid. She made Lander take her out to the hospital—the real one—and the library to get medical books so she could know all there was to know about waterborne illnesses. She had groups of men carrying boxes of books that weighed more than me up into her hotel room for days.”
Lucy’s hand stopped cold on the cap of her bottle, as a bubble of hope rose from her long-dormant heart. “She know about polio?”
“She knows about damn near everything. Even if she doesn’t, I guarantee you anything anybody needs to know is in those books.”
Lucy jammed her bottle into the depths of her pack to hide the quaking of her hands. “All right then, let’s get moving.”
Ben remained where he was, lying in the sun like the big cat she’d seen through Lynn’s scope. “So it doesn’t bother you?”
“What’s that?”
Ben’s smile was slow and measured, nothing like the spontaneous one that had burst across his face earlier. “You gave up your secret way too early.”
Lucy’s eyebrows came together as she looked at him, comprehension only dawning as she remembered the look on the men’s faces as they’d carefully bundled Lynn’s nearly lifeless body into the backseat of the car. In her own state she’d not questioned why perfect strangers would be scared at the thought of Lynn dying.
“You would’ve saved us anyway,” Lucy said slowly, “whether I could witch or not. Because you need women.”
“Well,” Ben said, “you’re not so stupid after all.”
Thirty
“Get that away from me,” Lynn said, when Lucy offered her the zapper in their room that evening.
“It’s not such a bad idea,” Lucy argued. “Lander keeps your gun locked up when he’s not on the roof with you, and you’re weak like a fish on shore.”