Inside, Holmans smelled of dry, ancient wood. Larry expected the place to be stifling, but the shade and the breeze from the broken windows kept it bearable. A thin layer of sand coated the hardwood floor. It had blown into small drifts against the walls, the foot of the L shaped lunch counter, and the metal bases of the swivel stools along the counter.
The eating area occupied about a third of the room. There had probably once been tables between the counter and the wall, but they were long gone.
Bet they served great cheeseburgers, Jean said. She was very fond of diners with character. To Jean, dumpy old places that many people would disparage as greasy spoons promised delights unattainable in clean and modern fast-food chains.
Shakes, Barbara said. I could go for one about now.
I could go for a beer, Pete said.
I think I saw a saloon up the road, Jean told him.
But they only serve Ghost-Light, Larry said.
Lets break a few out of the van before we move on.
Youve got a beer? Larry could tasteit.
Surely you jest. The deserts one dry mother. You think Id brave her without my survival stash?
All right!
Pete headed for the door.
Arent you going to look around? Barbara asked.
Whats to see? He hurried outside.
I guess hes right, Jean said, scanning the room.
The rest of it mustve been a general store, Larry said. I bet they carried everything.
Nothing remained, not even shelves. Except for the lunch counter and stools, the room was bare. Behind the counter was a serving window. Farther down, Larry saw a closed door that probably connected with the kitchen. Past the end of the counter was an alcove. Thats probably where the rest rooms were.
I think Ill check out the ladies, Barbara said.
Lotsa luck, Jean told her.
Cant hurt to have a look.
She walked into the alcove, opened a door, and whirled away clutching her mouth.
Apparently, Larry said, it did hurt to take a look.
Barbara scrunched up her face.
Youre a little green around the gills, Jean told her.
She lowered her hand and took a deep breath. Guess Ill find a place around back.
They left Holmans. She followed the porch, jumped off, and disappeared around a corner of the building.
Larry and Jean went to the van. When Pete came out he had four bottles of beer clutched to his chest. Wheres Barb?
Went behind the building.
Answering a call of nature, Jean said.
He scowled. She shouldnt have gone off by herself.
She may not want an audience, Jean explained.
Damn it. Barb! he yelled.
No answer. He called again, and Larry saw a trace of worry in his eyes.
She probably cant hear you, Larry said. The wind and everything.
Take these, okay? Ive gotta make sure shes okay.
Jean and Larry each took two bottles from his arms. Shes only been gone a couple of minutes.
Yeah, well... He hurried away, jogging toward the far end of Holmans.
Hope he doesnt tear her head off, Jean said.
At least hes worried about her. Thats something, anyway.
I sure wish theyd quit bickering.
They must enjoy it.
Jean wandered toward the road, and Larry stayed at her side. The bottles of beer felt cold and wet in his hands. He took a drink from the one in his right.
Youll be having to go yourself, if you dont watch it.
Dont let Pete come to my rescue, he said, and turned his attention to the town.
The central road had broad, gravel shoulders for parking. The sidewalks were concrete, not the elevated planking common to such old west towns as Silver Junction, where theyd spent the morning. The citizens had made some modern improvements before leaving Sagebrush Flat to the desert.
I wonder why they left, Larry said.
Wouldnt you?
I wouldnt live anywhere that doesnt have movie theaters.
Well, I dont see any.
Neither did Larry. From his position in the middle of the road, he could see the entire town. Not one of the buildings had a movie marquee jutting over the sidewalk. He saw a barber pole in front of one small shop; a place on the left with a faded sign that proclaimed it to be Sams Saloon; about a dozen other enterprises altogether. He guessed that theyd once been hardware stores, cafes, possibly a bakery, clothing stores, maybe a pharmacy and a five-and-ten, a dentists and doctors office and how about an optimistic realtor? and certainly a sporting goods store. Not even the smallest back-country town in California was without a place to buy guns and ammo. Way at the far end of town, on the left, stood an adobe building with a pair of bay doors and service islands in front. Babes Garage.
The centerpiece of town appeared to be the three-story, wood-frame structure of the Sagebrush Flat Hotel, right next door to Sams Saloon.
Thats the place Id like to explore, Larry said.
Sams?
That, too. But the hotel. It looks like its been around for a while.
Wed better go there next, then. No telling how long this little expeditions going to last, those two start fighting.
Well have to come back by ourselves, sometime, and really check the place out.
I dont know. She drank some beer. Im not sure Id want to come here without some company.
Hey, what am I, chopped liver?
You know what I mean.
He knew. Though he and Jean shared a desire for adventure, they were limited by a certain timidity. The presence of another couple seemed to erase that weakness.
They needed backup.
Backup like Pete and Barbara. In spite of the bickering, each was endowed with self-confidence and force. Led by that pair, Larry and Jean were willing to venture where they wouldnt go on their own.
Even if wed known about this place, Larry thought, we wouldnt have dared to explore it by ourselves. The chance of a return trip, at least in the near future, was slim.
Jean turned around and looked toward the corner of Holmans. I wonder whats keeping them.
Should we go find out?
I dont think so.
Larry took a swig of cold beer.
Why dont we get out of the sun? Jean suggested.
They wandered back past the van, climbed the rickety stairs to Holmans shaded porch and sat down. They rested the two extra beers on the wood between them. Jean crossed her legs. She rubbed her bare thighs with the base of her bottle. The wetness left slicks on her skin. She lifted the bottle to her face and slid it over her cheeks and forehead.
Larry imagined Jean opening her blouse, rolling the chilled, dripping bottle against her bare breasts. She wasnt the kind of woman who would ever do that, though. Hell, she wouldnt even step out of the house unless she had a bra on.
Too bad life cant be more like fiction, he told himself, and drank some more beer. A gal in one of his books would have that wet bottle sliding over her chest in about two shakes. Then, of course, the guy would get in on the action.
Thatd be a scene worth writing.
Youll never get a chance to liveit, not in this lifetime, but...
Larry, Im starting to get worried.
Theyll be along.
Something must be wrong.
Maybe she has a problem.
Like the trots?
Who knows?
Theyd be back by now if somethinghadnt happened, Jean said.
Maybe Pete got lucky.
They wouldnt do that.
Obviously they did it back at that old ruin we passed.
Sounded like it. But they were alone. They wouldnt do that here with us waiting.
If youre so sure, why dont we go around back and look for them?
Go right on ahead. She gave him an annoyed glance.
Nah. He put a hand on her back. Her blouse was damp. He untucked it and slipped his hand beneath it. She sat up straight, and sighed as he caressed her.