Take your destiny in your own hands! Forge a new alliance, a bond of mutual respect and brotherly sharing. Together, you could alter the course of history.” Joshua paused, waiting for a response.
“Nice words,” Bear finally said. “But I ain’t too high on words. Action speaks louder than words.”
“I agree with you in principle,” Reverend Paul somberly intoned. “But how do you propose to achieve your goal? How can we change the way things are?”
“I have some ideas,” Joshua responded.
“And so do I,” Zahner interjected. “There is only one way we can get out of the rut you mentioned, and that’s to get out of the Twins. I’ve heard about the place you come from, this Home as you call it. Why can’t you take us there? We could build our new lives with your assistance.”
Reverend Paul glanced at Zahner. “You surprise me!” he declared. “I’ve already made the same recommendation.” He grinned in appreciation.
“But then, you always were my star pupil.”
“What about it?” Zahner pressed Joshua. “Can we come live with you?”
“He told me it isn’t feasible,” Reverend Paul threw in.
Joshua held up his hands, quieting them. “At this point in time,” he emphasized, “it isn’t practical.”
“Why isn’t it?” Zahner questioned.
Joshua sighed. “I would that it were possible, but preparations must be made before an exodus as large as the one you contemplate can be realized. Given time, you could evacuate the Twin Cities, if you wanted.”
“No jive?” came from Bear. “All of us could just waltz out of this dive?
All of us? There must be…” He stopped, calculating.
“Upwards of twelve hundred,” Joshua stated. “So you can see why my Family would require time to prepare for your coming. The Home, as it is, is not large enough to accommodate all of you. Your coming would change the Home from a small commune to a town, virtually overnight. Give us ample time to prepare. We can erect wooden walls or a large fence, as Brother Paul has suggested. We’ll construct temporary shelters for you to live in until permanent structures can be erected. The Family can also stockpile food so there is ample on hand when you arrive. And remember.”
Joshua swept them with his gaze. “This journey is hundreds of miles in length, and women and children will be along. What will you do for food along the way? How many miles do you think you can travel daily? You couldn’t make the trip in winter. Few of you would survive. You could, however, make the journey in warm weather.”
“What’s your idea?” Bear asked.
“I have several.” Joshua glanced at Hickok for any additional comment, but the morose gunman was staring off to the east, his left elbow on his knee, his chin in his hand. “Hickok and I will return to the Home and present this idea to our Family. They will vote on it, and their decision will be final.”
“How will you get back to the Home?” Reverend Paul inquired. “It’s a long way to travel for just two men.”
“We’ll make it,” Joshua replied.
Zahner grinned. Bertha had told him about the SEAL. If the outsiders wanted to keep their vehicle a secret, that was their business.
“Do you think your people will go along with it?” Bear asked hopefully.
“I honestly don’t know,” Joshua answered. “I predict they will.”
“What do you think?” Bear queried Hickok.
Hickok sat still, staring at the tent housing Bertha.
“Hey, Hickok!” Bear called. “You still with us or what?”
“What?” Hickok twisted, surprised. “Sorry. I was thinking about something. What did you say?”
“I want to know,” Bear repeated, “if you think your people will go for the idea of all of us coming to live with you?”
Hickok stood and stretched. “I reckon they might. Even if they don’t, we’ll come up with a better place for you to live than the Twins. There are some small towns not far from the Home, and they might be suitable for our purposes. Don’t worry, pard. The Family will back you one hundred percent in whatever you decide to do.
“What about the Watchers?” Zahner asked.
Hickok patted the Colts in his holsters. “We know how to handle them varmits. Besides, how are they going to stop over a thousand people?”
“And what about the Uglies?” Bear threw in.
Hickok picked up his Henry from the bench. “The Family can provide a Warrior escort, and we’ll take care of the mutates.”
“I’m actually beginning to believe it’s possible,” Zahner said, astounded.
“I thought it was a pipe dream at first.”
“I’ll leave you boys to work out the details,” Hickok informed them. “I’ve got an errand to attend to right now.”
“Where are you going?” Joshua inquired as Hickok strolled off.
“Got something to attend to, pard.”
“He sure is actin’ strange,” Bear commented.
“It’s normal for him,” Joshua observed. He turned back to the others.
“So here is what I propose,” he told them. “First, take a vote of your respective groups and determine if they agree on the relocation.”
“We don’t need to vote,” Reverend Paul interrupted. “My brethren will do whatever I tell them to do.”
“A vote wouldn’t hurt,” Joshua tactfully offered.
“Maybe,” Paul replied, unwilling to commit himself.
Joshua shrugged, deciding if he pressed the point, forced Paul to agree to a vote, contention might result. “If everyone accepts the move, begin your preparations.”
“Like what?” Bear asked.
“Store what food you can for the journey. Make packs for carrying extra clothes and tools and books and whatever else you want to take along. When you leave the Twin Cities, it might be forever. Whatever you can reasonably take along, take, just so it won’t slow you down.”
“When do you think we could leave?” Zahner brought up the question uppermost on their minds.
“If all goes well,” Joshua answered, “and the Spirit guides us in wisdom and understanding, you could conceivably depart the Twin Cities in late spring or early summer of next year.”
“That long off?” Bear complained.
“We couldn’t possibly be ready before then,” Joshua explained. “And as I noted earlier, you couldn’t make the trip in the winter.”
“Out of the Twins,” Zahner said to himself, realizing the feelings Bertha must have felt. No wonder she had refused to return.
“Is there anything we haven’t covered?” Joshua queried them.
“How soon will you return with news of the Family’s decision?” Reverend Paul wanted to know.
“Give us a month.”
“You won’t run out on us?” Bear demanded.
“Do you believe Hickok would run out on you?” Joshua retorted.
Bear grinned. “No way. If he says he’s gonna do somethin’, then it’s as good as done.”
“I have another suggestion to make,” Joshua said slowly.
“What?” Zahner asked.
“Impose a truce between yourselves. Cease the foolish fighting. Try and work together to prepare for the march to the Home. I know what I am asking is not easy for you, but I pray you will give it a try.”
“It will be difficult,” Reverend Paul admitted. “But not impossible. If I lay down the law, my brethren will comply.”
“The Nomads are more democratic,” Zahner commented acidly. “Still, all of us are committed to achieving peace. I don’t anticipate any trouble in our camp.”
“How about you. Bear?” Joshua faced him.
“Some of the Porns might not like the idea too much,” Bear conceded.
“How will you handle them?”
“Easy.” Bear grinned. “I’ll just tell ’em that whoever don’t like the idea can take it up with Hickok.”