Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ayandthebarbariansoldiersandalltheirtribesmenquicklyfollowedontheirwaybacktotheirhomend.SoontheareawaseerilysilentwithnosignofhumahonlytheemptygoldpacestandingtallontheGiantMountains.Charinaputdownthebinocursinherhandandherfacelightedupinaknowingsmile.SheuoodDimitri’siionswelhisartofhispn.Firstheusedstrategytodrawthebarbariantribesawayfromthegoldpaceareatominimizefatalitiestoalmostzero,becausehisgenerousheartgedatunnecessarycasualtiesah.Charinashiveredinthecoldwindandtookoutthebottleofmao-taiagaiwarm,butjustasshetiltedthebottletodrink,sheheardtheshrillneighingofahorseahatKingDimitriwasback. Theserious-lookingpoliatrollingleisurelyaloreets.ItwasSunday.PeoplewereallgluedtotheirTVsetswatgtheWorldSeries,toseewhichteamwouldchtheWorldchampionship,sotherewereveryfewcarsariansoutoreets.Thesunwassettingiandsoonitwouldbedark.Thepolilookedathiswatdsaidtohispartner, “Onemorehourandwe’llbedoheday.Whatareyoupnningtodotonight?” “Nothingmuch”repliedthepolian. “Whatabouthavingdiogethertonight?” “Isthatsupposedtobeadate?”askedshe,withasmile.Beforehecouldanswer,astrangelooking,uniquelyshapedbcksportscarflewswiftlybyonhisleft.Thepoliswervedhiscaralertlytowardstherighttopreventbeinghitandmutteredangrily, “Damnfool.That’sasolidyellow!You’renotallowedtopass,youdumbass!You’reaskingfortroubledisregardingalltrafficrulesandpassingapolicecar.WhenIcatchupwithyouIwillteachyoutodisrespectthew!”Turningonhissiren,thepolidrovehishotpursuit,shoutingintohismicrophoop!Thatbcksports