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Simak, Cliffard D - Day of Truce
Title : Day of Truce
Author : Clifford D. Simak
Original copyright year: 1963
Genre : science fiction
Comments : to my knowledge, this is the only available e-text of this book
Source : scanned and OCR-read from a paperback edition with Xerox
TextBridge Pro 9.0, proofread in MS Word 2000.
Date of e-text : January 5, 2000
Prepared by : Anada Sucka
Anticopyright 2000. All rights reversed.
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Day of Truce
Clifford D. Simak
1
THE evening was quiet. There was no sign of the Punks. Silence lay heavily
across the barren and eroded acres of the subdivision and there was nothing
moving - not even one of the roving and always troublesome dog packs.
It was too quiet, Max Hale decided.
There should have been some motion and some noise. It was as if everyone had
taken cover against some known and coming violence - another raid, perhaps.
Although there was only one place against which a raid could possibly be aimed.
Why should others care, Max wondered; why should they cower indoors, when they
had long since surrendered?
Max stood upon the flat lookout-rooftop of the Crawford stronghold and
watched the streets to north and west. It was by one of these that Mr. Crawford
would be coming home. No one could guess which one, for he seldom used the same
road. It was the only way one could cut down the likelihood of ambush or of
barricade. Although ambush was less frequent now. There were fewer fences, fewer
trees and shrubs; there was almost nothing behind which one could hide. In this
barren area it called for real ingenuity to effect an ambuscade. But, Max
reminded himself, no one had ever charged the Punks with lack of ingenuity.
Mr. Crawford had phoned that he would be late and Max was getting nervous.
In another quarter hour, darkness would be closing in. It was bad business to be
abroad in Oak Manor after dark had fallen. Or, for that matter, in any of the
subdivisions. For while Oak Manor might be a bit more vicious than some of the
others of them, it still was typical.
He lifted his glasses again and swept the terrain slowly. There was no sign
of patrols or hidden skulkers. There must be watchers somewhere, he knew. There
were always watchers, alert to the slightest relaxation of the vigilance
maintained at Crawford stronghold.
Street by street he studied the sorry houses, with their broken window panes
and their peeling paint, still marked by the soap streaks and the gouges and the
red-paint splashes inflicted years before. Here and there dead trees stood
stark, denuded of their branches. Browned evergreens, long dead, stood rooted in
the dusty yards - yards long since robbed of the grass that once had made them
lawns.
And on the hilltop, up on Circle Drive, stood the ruins of Thompson
stronghold, which had fallen almost five years before. There was no structure
standing. It had been leveled stone by stone and board by board. Only the
smashed and dying trees, only the twisted steel fence posts marked where it had
been.
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Simak, Cliffard D - Day of Truce
Now Crawford stronghold stood alone in Oak Manor. Max thought of it with a
glow of pride and a surge of painful memory. It stood because of him, he
thought, and he would keep it standing.
In this desert it was the last oasis, with its trees and grass, with its
summer houses and trellises, with the massive shrubbery and the wondrous sun
dial beside the patio, with its goldfish-and-lily pond and the splashing
fountain.
'Max,' said the walkie-talkie strapped across his chest.
'Yes, Mr. Crawford.'
'Where are you located, Max?'
'Up on the lookout, sir.'
'I'll come in on Seymour Drive,' said Mr. Crawford's voice. 'I'm about a
mile beyond the hilltop. I'll be coming fast.'
'The coast seems to be quite clear, sir.'
'Good. But take no chances with the gates.'
'I have the control box with me, sir. I can operate from here. I will keep a
sharp lookout.'
'Be seeing you,' said Crawford.
Max picked up the remote control box and waited for his returning master.
The car came over the hill and streaked down Seymour Drive, made its
right-hand turn on Dawn, roared toward the gates.
When it was no more than a dozen feet away. Max pushed the button that
unlocked the gates. The heavy bumper slammed into them and pushed them open. The
buffers that ran along each side of the car held them aside as the machine
rushed through. When the car had cleared them, heavy springs snapped them shut
and they were locked again.
Max slung the control-box strap over his shoulder and went along the rooftop
catwalk to the ladder leading to the ground.
Mr. Crawford had put away the car and was closing the garage door as Max
came around the corner of the house.
'It does seem quiet.' said Mr. Crawford. 'Much quieter, it would seem to me,
than usual.'
'I don't like it. sir. There is something brewing.'
'Not very likely,' said Mr. Crawford. 'Not on the eve of Truce Day.'
'I wouldn't put nothing past them dirty Punks,' said Max. 'I quite agree,'
said Mr. Crawford, 'but they'll be coming here tomorrow for their day of fun. We
must treat them well for, after all, they're neighbors and it is a custom. I
would hate to have you carried beyond the bounds of propriety by
overzealousness.'
'You know well and good,' protested Max, 'I would never do a thing. I am a
fighter, sir, but I fight fair and honorable.'
Mr. Crawford said, 'I was thinking of the little gambit you had cooked up
last year.'
'It would not have hurt them, sir. Leastwise, not permanently. They might
never have suspected. Just a drop or two of it in the fruit punch was all we
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