Free The Traveling Vampire Show by Richard Laymon Page B

glanced around just to make sure there wasn’t a horse nearby, and didn’t see one. Of course, you could’ve fit half a dozen Clydesdales inside the truck and nobody’d be the wiser.
    But I doubted there were any horses at all. More than likely, Julian wore the spurs as fashion accessories to his costume.
    Maybe part of him longed to be Paladin.
    The jingling went silent when he halted in front of Lee. He presented the tickets to her.
    “Thank you so much, Julian,” she said.
    “My pleasure. We don’t have reserved seating, so come early.” His smile flashed. “And stay late. After the show, I’ll introduce you to Valeria. You, your brother and his friends.” He cast his smile in my direction.
    “That might be nice,” Lee said. “Thank you.”
    “Yeah, thanks,” I threw in.
    “The pleasure is mine,” he said to Lee. “I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight. All of you.”
    She blushed and said, “All four of us.”
    “Isn’t that what I said?”
    “Guess so.” Nodding, she said, “Thanks again.” Then she turned away and climbed into her truck. I hurried around to the other side and hopped into the passenger seat.
    As she backed up, Julian walked away.
    She swung the truck around and we started bouncing our way across Janks Field.
    “You didn’t have to buy tickets,” I said.
    “You want to see the show, don’t you?”
    “Well, yeah. I guess so. But Mom and Dad are never gonna let me.”
    “Maybe not.” She tossed me a smile tinted with mischief. “If they know about it.”
    “Anyway, what about Slim and Rusty?”
    “We’ve got four tickets and Danny’s out of town. All four of us can go, just like I told Julian.”
    Holding back a groan, I muttered, “I don’t know. I just hope they turn up. They were supposed to wait for me.”
    “I’m sure they’re all right.”

Chapter Eleven
    As Lee steered us into the shadows of the dirt road, she said, “If I’d been up on that roof, I would’ve jumped down and run for the woods ... probably before the Show even pulled into sight. A truck like that, it’d make a lot of noise coming through the woods.”
    “The bus, too,” I added.
    “They must’ve heard the engines in plenty of time to get away.”
    “But what about the dog?” I asked. She shook her head. “Maybe it was gone by then.”
    “What if it wasn’t?”
    “Might’ve been distracted by the new arrivals.”
    “Yeah, maybe,” I said, but I pictured Slim and Rusty racing over Janks Field, the yellow dog chasing them and gaining on them and finally leaping onto Slim’s back and burying its teeth in the nape of her neck and taking her down. Rusty looking back over his shoulder ...
    Wrong, I thought. Rusty’s slower than Slim. He would be dragging behind and first to get nailed by the dog.
    Unless Slim held back to protect him.
    Which she might do.
    Probably did do.
    So then, though she was the faster of the two, she would’ve been the one to get attacked.
    In my mind, I once again pictured Rusty looking over his shoulder. He watches Slim go down beneath the dog, then hesitates, knowing he should run back to help her.
    But does he go back?
    With Rusty, who knows?
    I’m not saying he was a coward. He had guts, all right. I’d seen him do plenty of brave things—even foolbardly things, every so often. But he had a selfish streak that worried me.
    Take for example how he snuck off, that morning, to eat his Ding-Dong.
    Or what he did last Halloween.
    Rusty, Dagny (later to be known as Slim) and I figured Janks Field would be the best of all possible places to visit on the spookiest night of the year. Maybe, as a bonus, we’d get to spy on a satanic orgy, or even (if we really lucked out) a human sacrifice.
    But what had seemed like a great idea during the last week or two of October turned suddenly into a bad idea at just after sundown on Halloween. Confronted with walking out to Janks Field in the dark, I think we all realized that the dangers were more real than