“Yes, sir, Mayor, this is Dep. Ryan. What’s your status?” The fuzz sizzled and stopped with a crack and a pop.
“I’m fine enough, Charles. Let’s get straight to business- I don’t know what the hell is going on and I can’t get anything out of Peoria or St. Louis. For all I know or care the whole damned world is going to hell.” A breif silence and the rough clearing of Mayor Montgomery’s voice brought Ryan to the edge of the comfortable seat that Sheriff Grubb normally perched upon.
“I want my kids brought here and I don’t care what it takes. I spoke to the scoutmaster earlier and he assured me that the youngin’s would be taken care of. I don’t care who comes with them, just make sure that you stay with the others at the station. And, of course, Ryan, I… Son of a bitch!” The sound of a distant thud over the speaker and glass breaking were the last things out of the box before the other line cut off.
“Mayor Montgomery?” Silence. “Hello? Mr. Montgomery? Oh, Christ.” Ryan’s hand always fell to the strap securing his gun when worried, his thumb instinctivly loosening leather fastener.
“Dammit, boy. I’m still here.” Another pause. “I just spilled my whiskey and water. Just give ‘em that ammo and send ‘em this way. I’ll send word when they make it in the morning.”
A knock at the door pulled Ryan’s head from his hands. Oh, right. It wasn’t a bad dream.
TO BE CONTINUED…