William Johnstone - Out of the Ashes

Are you nuts? Ben Raines asked, fighting back an urge to laugh in the mans face. I mean, honest to God, fellow, have you got both oars in the water?

The sarcastic slur and intellectual insult was lost on the visitor. I assure you, Mr. Raines, I am in full command of all my faculties. You came highly recommended to me. To us.

By whom?

I cannot divulge that information. Not just yet. I am sorry.

How do you know I wont go straight to the FBI with this scheme of yours?

The man pointed. There is the phone. Call them. You cant prove a thing. But we canabout you. He smiled.

The FBI knows damned well I was a mercenary back in 69 and 70. So does the State Department. I made that very clear in several of my novels. Blackmail wont work with me.

The man shrugged. It was worth a try.

Look, Ben said, I dont like the way this country is going any more than you dobelieve that, or not. But violent overthroweven if you people had the men and equipment, which you dontis not my forte.

But we do have the men and equipment, Mr. Raines.

You say. I dont want any part of it.

Youre certain?

As certain as the sun comes up in the east.

Then we badly misjudged you, Mr. Raines.

Ben shook his head in disagreement. No, you didnt. If you had approached me just a few years ago, back in 80, or even 82, I probably would have gone along with you. But now no.

May I ask why not?

Because for the past few years Ive been very comfortable. And getting fatter all the time. My books are selling well; no bill collectors calling every night; everything you see around youincluding the houseis paid for. I have no reason to rock the boat.

If you are so happy, why do you drink yourself into a stupor every evening?

Ben smiled. You have been investigating, havent you? I didnt mention happy, did I? Comfortable was the word I chose.

Has it not occurred to you that we may be privy to matters concerning the situation in the world that you are not aware of, sir? I beg you to reconsider your stance.

Ben shook his head no.

The man sighed. Well you will not be contacted by us again, Mr. Raines. Thank you for your time. He hesitated, then said, I may be making a mistake, Mr. Raines, but everybody is entitled to one. So here is mine: Bull Dean and Carl Adams are still alive. Theyre running the show.

Ben came out of his chair. He stared at the man. I dont believe it. Hey! I saw the bodies, buddy.

The mans expression did not change. If you reverse your position, Mr. Raines, just run an ad in the local paper that youd like to buy a Russian wolfhound. Youll be contacted. He turned and was gone into the night, the door closing softly behind him.

Ben sat down. He looked at the half-full glass of bourbon and water on the table. He picked it up and emptied it without taking the glass from his lips.

Bull and Adams alive? No way.

Ben Raines laughed and put the mysterious visit out of his mind. He put on a symphony and got drunk while listening to it. The next morning, the visit was hazy in his mind. After a week, he had forgotten all about it.

Maybe historians will treat me in a more humane fashion than the press has for the past eight years, President Fayers remarked to his wife. But sometimes I wonder.

Youve done a lot of good things over the years, Ed. She smiled at him, patting his hand. SALT 5 was only one of them. Its taken you time, and you didnt win all the battles, but you certainly didnt lose the war.

Then why, for the past several months, have I had this uneasy feeling in my guts that oh, hell, honeyI dont know. Ive been a politician all my life. And I know something is going on. I cant put my finger on it, but some thing is crawling around the gutters of this city. Some secret I should know.

His wife studied him. She knew only too well the sixth sense career politicians develop over the years, and knew it was not to be taken lightly. Her husband had had his finger on the pulse of the world for more than forty years, for the past eight as president of the United States. If he believed something was amiss it was.

Ed, this unknown quantum bothers you that much?

Yes, it does, honey. Ever since that gun-control bill went through, the unrest in this country has been building. Baby, citizens of this countrynot criminalshave been beaten, jailed, and killed, simply because they clung to the beliefa correct belief, I might addthat they had a right to own a gun. Damn that Hilton Logan for the son of a bitch he is! He and that pack of liberal bastards really stirred it up with that gun-control bill.

You didnt sign it, Ed. Dont forget that.

It still became law.

The law of the land, Ed, she reminded him.

But, the president stared hard at his wife of fifty yearsmore than his wife: his friend, his confidante. Is it really the law of the land? Of the people, for the people? Is it constitutional?

The supreme court says it is.

Five to four, President Fayers grunted. Not exactly an overwhelming majority. He walked to the window and looked out at the night. I cannot forget the news film of that fellow down in South Carolina. That man never had so much as a traffic ticket in his whole life. And agentsfederal agentsemployed by the very government his taxes help support, shot him stone damned dead! And for what? Because he wanted to keep a .38 pistol in his house. Ah, hell! The president waved his disgust.

The country is becoming prosperous once again, she said, attempting to change the subject.

Whats the matter? He grinned at her. You worried about my blood pressure?

Somebody has to. You wont.

After all the social blunders of the 60s and 70s Ill be goddamned if were not heading down the same old road. Just look at that new pack of liberals in Congress.

Its the will of the people, Ed.

No. He shook his head. No, honey, thats the shame of itit isnt. Its the will of pressure groups, lobbyists, so-called Christians. He poured a drink under the frowning gaze of his wife. He downed it neat, then sighed. Somethings in the wind. And it stinks. I just dont know what it is. He sat down. God, Im tired. Im seventy-five years old. Im tired. I just want out.

Ben Raines sat on the front porch of his home in Louisiana and for the first time in a long time thought about Vietnam and how, during the quiet moments after patrol, unwinding, but still too keyed up to sleep, he would sit with his buddies and talk of home, women, movies, and politicsas well as other topics.

Two decades had passed since that exercise in futility had ended for Ben. He didnt think about it often. The nightmares had dimmed into occasional dreams, without substance, the blood in them no longer red and thick and real. The screaming faint night sounds now had no meaning, and the smoke from the burning villages was no longer acrid, did not burn his eyes or leave a bitter taste on his tongue.

It was just a fading memory. Nothing more.

He wondered, now that SALT 5 was two years old and the nuclear weapons around the world had been greatly reduced, at least for the major countries, if there would ever be another war.

He felt there would be, and he also wondered if Russia and America were living up to the terms of the agreement.

He doubted it. Both sides still had missiles tucked away, hidden, ready, and aimed. Each side knew the other too well. Only the doves in America truly believed in all the terms of SALT 5. Ben wondered if those missiles aimed at Russia and America were nuclear or bacteriological types. He thought probably the latter, for SALT didnt cover germ-type warheads that came under a different agreement.