"I think so. Isn't it the same town that lies about two miles off the Notched Butte road? The direction's about right."
"Uh-huh."
They were Security men from the camp forty miles southwest; Brazier the senior, gave the orders. As they started back, toward the jeep, he said, "Call in and make the report."
"We aren't waiting?"
"No. We'll move on to that town."
"But we looked it over a week ago."
Tom Brazier frowned. "I know, but—"
"But what?"
"There's something funny about that town—something wrong."
"I couldn't see anything wrong with it."