She saw his eyes. She stopped chewing gum. Perhaps she saw the hatred. She was trembling, suddenly. "You...." She drew the car into a niche again. "You better get out here."
Walt was angry. No killing, no killing, he told himself. He controlled his hands. He forced himself to open the door and get out.
"Somebody'll give you a ride," the girl said.
The car moved away, gaining speed quickly....
An orchard lay behind him. Cars passed more slowly now that the desert was to the east.
Walt began to walk.
He thought: Forential told us a while ago there was a destructive war in progress. It doesn't seem like there's a war. I haven't seen any signs of it. It's peaceful. I wonder what he meant?
Within a few minutes, a car drew along side of him.
"I'm Walt Johnson. I'm going down the road."
"Get in, then."