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Ollie was still frozen in his shooter's position； but now his mouth was trembling。 I touched him gently。 〃Ollie； let's go。 And thank you。〃
〃 I killed her；〃 he said hoarsely。 〃Damn if I didn't kill her。〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃That's why I thanked you。 Now let's go。〃
We began to move again。
With no grocery bags to carry … thanks to Mrs。 Carmody … I was able to take Billy。 We paused for a moment at the door； and Ollie said in a low； strained； voice； 〃I wouldn't have shot her； David。 Not if there had been any other way。〃
〃Yeah。〃
〃You believe it？〃
〃Yeah； I do。〃
〃Then let's go。〃
We went out。；
XI。 The End。
Ollie moved fast； the pistol in his right hand。 Before Billy and I were more than out the door he was at my Scout； an insubstantial Ollie； like a ghost in a television movie。 He opened the driver's door。 Then the back door。 Then something came out of the mist and cut him nearly in half。
I never got a good look at it； and for that I think I'm grateful。 it appeared to be red； the angry color of a cooked lobster。 It had claws。 It was making a low grunting sound； not much different from the sound we had heard after Norton and his little band of Flat…Earthers went out。
Ollie got off one shot； and then the thing's claws scissored forward and Ollie's body seemed to unhinge in a terrible glut of blood。 Amanda's gun fell out of his hand； struck the pavement； and discharged。 I caught a nightmare glimpse of huge black lusterless eyes； the size of giant handfuls of sea grapes； and then the thing lurched back into the mist with what remained of Ollie Weeks in its grip。 A long； multisegmented scorpion's body dragged harshly on the paving。
There was an instant of choices。 Maybe there always is； no matter how short。 Half of me wanted to run back into the market with Billy hugged to my chest。 The other half was racing for the Scout； throwing Billy inside； lunging after him。 Then Amanda screamed。 It was a high； rising sound that seemed to spiral up and up until it was nearly ultrasonic。 Billy cringed against me； digging his face against my chest。
One of the spiders had Hattie Turman。 It was big。 It had knocked her down。 Her dress had pulled Lip over her scrawny knees as it crouched over her； its bristly； spiny legs caressing her shoulders。 It began to spin its web。
Mrs。 Carmody was right； I thought。 We're going to die out here； we are really going to die out here。
〃Amanda！〃 I yelled。
No response。 She was totally gone。 The spider straddled what remained of Billy's babysitter； who had enjoyed jigsaw puzzles and those damned Double…Crostics that no normal person can do without going nuts。 Its threads crisscrossed her body； the white strands already turning red as the acid coating sank into her。
Cornell was backing slowly toward the market； his eyes as big as dinner plates behind his specs。 Abruptly he turned and ran。 He clawed the IN door open and ran inside。
The split in my mind closed as Mrs。 Reppler stepped briskly forward and slapped Amanda； first forehand； then backhand。 Amanda stopped screaming。 I went to her； spun her around to face the Scout； and screamed 〃GO！〃 into her face。
She went。 Mrs。 Reppler brushed past me。 She pushed Amanda into the Scout's back seat； got in after her； and slammed the door shut。
I yanked Billy loose and threw him in。 As I climbed in myself； one of those spider threads drifted down and lit on my ankle。 It burned the way a fishing line pulled rapidly through your closed fist will burn。 And it was strong。 I gave my foot a hard yank and it broke。 I slipped in behind the wheel。
〃Shut it； oh shut the door； dear God！〃 Amanda screamed
I shut the door。 A bare instant later； one of the spiders thumped softly against it。 I was only inches from it's red； viciously stupid eyes。 Its legs； each as thick as my wrist； slipped back and forth across the square bonnet。 Amanda screamed ceaselessly； like a firebell。
〃Woman； shut your head；〃 Mrs。 Reppler told her。
The spider gave up。 It could not smell us； ergo we were no longer there。 It strutted back into the mist on its unsettling number of legs； became a phantasm； and then was gone。
I looked out the window to make sure it was gone and then opened the door。
〃What are you doing？〃 Amanda screamed； but I knew what I was doing。 I like to think Ollie would have done exactly the same thing。 I half…stepped； half…leaned out； and got the gun。 Something came rapidly toward me； but I never saw it。 I pulled back in and slammed the door shut。
Amanda began to sob。 Mrs。 Reppler put an arm around her and forted her briskly。
Billy said； 〃Are we going home； Daddy？〃
〃Big Bill； we're gonna try。〃
〃Okay；〃 he said quietly。
I checked the gun and then put it into the glove partment。 Ollie had reloaded it after the expedition to the drugstore。 The rest of the shells had disappeared with him； but that was all right。 He had fired at Mrs。 Carmody； he had fired once at the clawed thing； and the gun had discharged once when it hit the ground。 There were four of us in the Scout； but if push came right down to shove； I'd bind some other way out for myself。
I had a terrible moment when I couldn't find my key ring。 I checked all my pockets； came up empty； and then checked them all again； forcing myself to go slowly and calmly。 They were in my jeans pocket； they had gotten clown under the coins； as keys sometimes will。 The Scout started easily。 At the confident roar of the engine； Amanda burst into fresh tears。
I sat there； letting it idle； waiting to see what was going to be drawn by the sound of the engine or the smell of the exhaust。 Five minutes； the longest five of my life； drifted by。 Nothing happened。
〃Are we going to sit here or are we going to go？〃 Mrs。 Reppler asked at last。
〃Go；〃 I said。 I backed out of the slot and put on the low beams。
Some urge…probably a base one…made me cruise past the Federal market as close as I could get。 The Scout's right bumper hunted the trash barrel to one side。 It was impossible to see in except through the loopholes…all those fertilizer and lawn…food bags made the place look as
if it were in the throes of some mad garden sale…but at each loophole there were two or three pale faces； staring out at us。
Then I swung to the left； and the mist closed impenetrably behind us。 And what has bee of those people I do not know。
I drove back down Kansas Road at five miles an hour； feeling my way。 Even with the Scout's headlights and running lights on； it was impossible to see more than seven or ten feet ahead。
The earth had been through some terrible contortion； Miller had been right about that。 in places the road was merely cracked； but in others the ground itself seemed to have caved in； tilting up great slabs of paving。 I was able to get over with the help of the four…wheel drive。 Thank God for that。 But I was terribly afraid that we would soon e to an obstacle that even the four…wheel drive couldn't get us over。
It took me forty minutes to make a drive that usually only took seven or eight。 At last the sign that marked our private road loomed out of the mist。 Billy； roused at a quarter of five； had fallen solidly asleep inside this car that he knew so well it must have seemed like home to him。
Amanda looked at the road nervously。 〃Are you really going down there？〃
〃I'm going to try；〃 I said。
But it was impossible。 The storm that had whipped through had loosened a lot of trees； and that weird； twisting drop had finished the job of tumbling them。 I was able to crunch over the first two； they were fairly small。 Then I came to a hoary old pine lying across the road like an outlaw's barricade。 It was still almost a quarter of a mile to the house。 Billy slept on beside me； and I put the Scout in Park； put my hands over my eyes； and tried to think what to do next。
Now； as I sit in the Howard Johnson's near Exit 3 of the Maine Turnpike； writing all of this down on HoJo stationery； I suspect that Mrs。 Reppler； that tough and capable old broad； could have laid out the essential futility of the situation in a few quick strokes。 But she had the kindness to let me think it through for myself。
I couldn't get out。 I couldn't leave them。 I couldn't even kid myself that all the horror…movie monsters were back at the Federal； when I cracked the window I could hear them in the woods； crashing and blundering around on the steep fall of land they call the Ledges around these parts。 The moisture drip…drip…dripped from the overhanging leaves。 Overhead the mist darkened momentarily as some nightmarish and half…seen living kite overflew us。
I tried to tell myself…then and now…that if she was very quick； if she buttoned up the house with herself inside； that she had enough food for ten days to two weeks。 It only works a little bit。 What keeps getting in the way is my last memory of her； wearing her floppy sunhat and gardening gloves； on her way to our little vegetable patch with the mist rolling inexorably across the lake behind her。
It is Billy I have to think about now。 Billy； I tell myself。 Big Bill； Big Bill 。。。 I should write it maybe a hundred times on this sheet of paper； like a child condemned to write I will not throw spitballs in school as the sunny three…o'clock stillne