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He grabbed her wrist, said, “Nice arm, too.”
The nun did a magic act with her right hand; it went behind her back and hiked up her outfit and came back with a double-barreled derringer. She pressed it against Calhoun’s head.
Wayne bent forward, hoping she wouldn’t shoot. At that range the bullet might go through Calhoun’s head and hit him too.
“Can’t miss,” the nun said.
Calhoun smiled. “No you can’t,” he said, and let go of her arm.
She sat down across from them, smiled, and crossed her legs high. Wayne felt his Levi’s snake swell and crawl against the inside of his thigh.
“Honey,” Calhoun said, “you’re almost worth taking a bullet for.”
The nun didn’t quit smiling. The bus cranked up. The sand blowers and wipers went to work, and the windshield turned blue, and a white dot moved on it between a series of smaller white dots.
Radar. Wayne had seen that sort of thing on desert vehicles. If he lived through this and got his car back, maybe he’d rig up something like that. And maybe not, he was sick of the desert.
Whatever, at the moment, future plans seemed a little out of place.
Then something else occurred to him. Radar. That meant these bastards had known they were coming and had pulled out in front of them on purpose.
He leaned over the seat and checked where he figured the ’57 hit the bus. He didn’t see a single dent. Armored, most likely. Most school buses were these days, and that’s what this had been. It probably had bullet-proof glass and puncture-proof sand tires too. School buses had gone that way on account of the race riots and the sending of mutated calves to school just like they were humans. And because of the Codgers—old farts who believed kids ought to be fair game to adults for sexual purposes, or for knocking around when they wanted to let off some tension.
“How about unlocking this cuff?” Calhoun said. “It ain’t for shit now anyway.”
Wayne looked at the nun. “I’m going for the cuff key in my pants. Don’t shoot.”
Wayne fished it out, unlocked the cuff, and Calhoun let it slide to the floor. Wayne saw the nun was curious and he said, “I’m a bounty hunter. Help me get this man to Law Town and I could see you earn a little something for your troubles.”
The woman shook her head.
“That’s the spirit,” Calhoun said. “I like a nun that minds her own business… You a real nun?”
She nodded.
“Always talk so much?”
Another nod.
Wayne said, “I’ve never seen a nun like you. Not dressed like that and with a gun.”
“We are a small and special order,” she said.
“You some kind of Sunday school teacher for these dead folks?”
“Sort of.”
“But with them dead, ain’t it kind of pointless? They ain’t got no souls now, do they?”
“No, but their work adds to the glory of God.”
“Their work?” Wayne looked at the dead folks sitting stiffly in their seats. He noted that one of them was about to lose a rotten ear. He sniffed. “They may be adding to the glory of God, but they don’t do much for the air.”
The nun reached into a pocket on her habit and took out two round objects. She tossed one to Calhoun, and one to Wayne. “Menthol lozenges. They help you stand the smell.”
Wayne unwrapped the lozenge and sucked on it. It did help overpower the smell, but the menthol wasn’t all that great either. It reminded him of being sick.
“What order are you?” Wayne asked.
