sk.thetalisman-第69部分
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And then all hell broke loose。
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Wolf stopped talking and looked around； startled。
'Wolf ？ What's wr…'
'Shhhh！'
Then Jack heard it。 Wolf's more sensitive ears had picked the sound up first； but it swelled quickly； before long； a deaf man would have heard it； Jack thought。 The cattle looked around and then began to move away from the source of the sound in a rough； uneasy clot。 It was like a radio sound…effect where someone is supposed to be ripping a bedsheet down the middle； very slowly。 Only the volume kept going up and up and up until Jack thought he was going to go crazy。
Wolf leaped to his feet； looking stunned and confused and frightened。 That ripping sound； a low； ragged purr； continued to grow。 The bleating of the cattle became louder。 Some were backing into the stream； and as Jack looked that way he saw one go down with a splash and a clumsy flailing of legs。 It had been pushed over by its milling； retreating rades。 It let out a shrill； baaa…ing cry。 Another cow…sheep stumbled over it and was likewise trampled into the water by the slow retreat。 The far side of the stream was low and wet； green with reeds； muddy…marshy。 The cow…sheep who first reached this muck quickly became mired in it。
'Oh you God…pounding good…for…nothing cattle！' Wolf bellowed； and charged down the hill toward the stream； where the first animal to fall over now looked as if it were in its death…throes。
'Wolf！' Jack shouted； but Wolf couldn't hear him。 Jack could barely hear himself over that ragged ripping sound。 He looked a little to the right； on this side of the stream； and gaped with amazement。 Something was happening to the air。 A patch of it about three feet off the ground was rippling and blistering； seeming to twist and pull at itself。 Jack could see the Western Road through this patch of air； but the road seemed blurry and shimmery； as if seen through the heated； rippling air over an incinerator。
Something's pulling the air open like a wound…something's ing through…from our side？ Oh Jason； is that what I do when I e through？ But even in his own panic and confusion he knew it was not。
Jack had a good idea who would e through like this； like a rape in progress。
Jack began to run down the hill。
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The ripping sound went on and on and on。 Wolf was down on his knees in the stream； trying to help the second downed animal to its feet。 The first floated limply downstream； its body tattered and mangled。
'Get up！ God pound you； get up！ Wolf！'
Wolf shoved and slapped as best he could at the cow…sheep who milled and backed into him； then got both arms around the drowning animal's midriff and pulled upward。 'WOLF！ HERE AND NOW！' he screamed。 The sleeves of his shirt split wide open along the biceps； reminding Jack of David Banner having one of the gamma…ray…inspired tantrums that turned him into The Incredible Hulk。 Water sprayed everywhere and Wolf lurched to his feet； eyes blazing orange； blue overalls now soaked black。 Water streamed from the nostrils of the animal； which Wolf held clutched against his chest as if it were an overgrown puppy。 Its eyes were turned up to sticky whites。
'Wolf！' Jack screamed。 'It's Morgan！ It's…'
'The herd！' Wolf screamed back。 'Wolf！ Wolf！ My God…pounding herd！ Jack！ Don't try…'
The rest was drowned out by a grinding clap of thunder that shook the earth。 For a moment the thunder even covered that maddening； monotonous ripping sound。 Almost as confused as Wolf's cattle； Jack looked up and saw a clear blue sky； innocent of clouds save for a few puffy white ones that were miles away。
The thunder ignited outright panic in Wolf's herd。 They tried to bolt； but in their exquisite stupidity； many of them tried to do it by backing up。 They crashed and splashed and were rolled underwater。 Jack heard the bitter snap of a breaking bone； followed by the baaaa…ing scream of an animal in pain。 Wolf bellowed in rage； dropped the cow…sheep he had been trying to save； and floundered toward the muddy far bank of the stream。
Before he could get there； half a dozen cattle struck him and bore him down。 Water splashed and flew in thin； bright sprays。 Now； Jack saw； Wolf was the one in danger of being simultaneously trampled and drowned by the stupid； fleeing animals。
Jack pushed into the stream； which was now dark with roiling mud。 The current tried continually to push him off…balance。 A bleating cow…sheep； its eyes rolling madly； splashed past him； almost knocking him down。 Water sprayed into his face and Jack tried to wipe it out of his eyes。
Now that sound seemed to fill the whole world： RRRRRII…IPPPP…Wolf。 Never mind Morgan； at least not for the moment。 Wolf was in trouble。
His shaggy； drenched head was momentarily visible above the water； and then three of the animals ran right over him and Jack could only see one waving； fur…covered hand。 He pushed forward again； trying to weave through the cattle； some still up； others floundering and drowning underfoot。
'Jack！' a voice bellowed over that ripping noise。 It was a voice Jack knew。 Uncle Morgan's voice。
'Jack！'
There was another clap of thunder； this one a huge oaken thud that rolled through the sky like an artillery shell。
Panting； his soaked hair hanging in his eyes； Jack looked over his shoulder 。 。 。 and directly into the rest area on I…70 near Lewisburg； Ohio。 He was seeing it as if through ripply； badly made glass 。 。 。 but he was seeing it。 The edge of the brick toilet was on the left side of that blistered； tortured patch of air。 The snout of what looked like a Chevrolet pick…up truck was on the right； floating three feet above the field where he and Wolf had been sitting peacefully and talking not five minutes ago。 And in the center； looking like an extra in a film about Admiral Byrd's assault on the South Pole； was Morgan Sloat； his thick red face twisted with murderous rage。 Rage； and something else。 Triumph？ Yes。 Jack thought that was what it was。
He stood at midstream in water that was crotch…deep； cattle passing on either side of him； baa…ing and bleating； staring at that window which had been torn in the very fabric of reality； his eyes wide； his mouth wider。
He's found me； oh dear God； he's found me。
'There you are； you little shithead！' Morgan bellowed at him。 His voice carried； but it had a muffled； dead quality as it came from the reality of that world into the reality of this one。 It was like listening to a man shout inside a telephone booth。 'Now we'll see； won't we？ Won't we？'
Morgan started forward； his face swimming and rippling as if made of limp plastic； and Jack had time to see there was something clutched in his hand； something hung around his neck； something small and silvery。
Jack stood； paralyzed； as Sloat bulled his way through the hole between the two universes。 As he came he did his own werewolf number； changing from Morgan Sloat； investor； land speculator； and sometime Hollywood agent； into Morgan of Orris； pretender to the throne of a dying Queen。 His flushed； hanging jowls thinned。 The color faded out of them。 His hair renewed itself； growing forward； first tinting the rondure of his skull； as if some invisible being were coloring Uncle Morgan's head； then covering it。 The hair of Sloat's Twinner was long； black； flapping； somehow dead…looking。 It had been tied at the nape of his neck； Jack saw； but most of it had e loose。
The parka wavered； disappeared for a moment； then came back as a cloak and hood。
Morgan Sloat's suede boots became dark leather knee…boots； their tops turned down； what might have been the hilt of a knife poking out of one。
And the small silver thing in his hand had turned to a small rod tipped with crawling blue fire。
It's a lightning…rod。 Oh Jesus； it's a…
'Jack！'
The cry was low； gargling； full of water。
Jack whirled clumsily around in the stream； barely avoiding another cow…sheep； this one floating on its side； dead in the water。 He saw Wolf's head going down again； both hands waving。 Jack fought his way toward those hands； still dodging the cattle as best he could。 One of them bunted his hip hard and Jack went over； inh
