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Show Acting Alone Page 10 Sam was on foot now, exercising. "I've got the energy inside me," Sam told himself. "All I need is to touch it off somehow." But the sight of tilled fields stretching eastward clear to the curvature of the planet began to take a strangely terrifying effect on Sam, and he squeezed his student too hard until she squeaked. The clouds were too white, too high up, and too huge. Two of them managed to span the mountain-less sky, and Sam felt dizzy, agoraphobic, as if he were at the bottom of a skyscraper looking up, imagining the whole works teetering in the wind. They could hear the tornado/air-raid siren receiving its monthly workout at the convent up in the purple foothills of Cheyenne Mountain, where Shanny's big sister Poly-something lived. Shannon said, "I think he'll come at you straight on. He's not a chicken shit. He won't shoot you in the back or anything, probably." |
