One Turk + Aliens + Avon samples = Chaos in the Alpha Sector! (Part 3)
Read Part 1, and then Part 2 first, please.
"I don't want to move. I like it here."
9 murmured, his voice as velvet as the antelope wind. I shifted down, fifth gear to fourth. The car shivered, let me guide her into the wind-shadowed plains north of Vaughn. I shifted again, fourth to third. I smiled as an unexpected gust slammed us against an invisible wall. The car shuddered.
"Ulak, the tribe has spoken."
I smiled again, this time in Ulak's direction. He knew my answer, my final decision, the ring I wouldn't accept years ago when we met, when I knew his life was a tiny cup of spiced coffee held in his aging mother's grip. He cleared his throat and opened the map.
"Birdie. Tribe or no tribe. I need to know where we are headed. What are the directions to Roswell?"
"Well it's pretty much one road, Ulak. New Mexico is a whole lotta dusty nothing at the moment."
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