“Separate discussion,” said Cole and Drew at the same time. They laughed. “We’re on border crossing right now,” said Drew.
“Idaho and Washington got a lot of border,” said Mingo.
“Route 12 comes across the border at Clarkston, Washington,” said Arty. “Lewiston, Idaho, and Clarkston, Washington. Lewis and Clark. I feel like I’m in grade school again. We did a pageant about Lewis and Clark.”
“What did you play, Sacajawea?” asked Cat.
“And we’re headed for Lewis County,” said Arty. “It’s like a tour of American history.”
“There’s a road comes in just north of the river at Clarkston, so we aren’t going right through town,” said Mingo. “In case there’s shooting.”
“There won’t be shooting,” said Cole. “We’re crossing into Washington, not Iran. If they stop us, they stop us, we don’t shoot.”
“And if they try to arrest us?” said Mingo.
“Then we’re arrested,” said Cole. “Let them take the heat for arresting United States soldiers. Better than us killing U.S. citizens. In or out of the National Guard.”
“Those really the rules of engagement?” said Mingo.
“Absolutely,” said Cole. “The only time we use our weapons is at Lake Chinnereth, and then only if we know they’re definitely the rebels and we can’t avoid shooting.”
“Hell, the truck’s all yours then,” said Mingo. “Those are shitty rules of engagement. I’m not going to rot in some jail.”
“It’ll be an American jail,” said Benny. “Cable TV.”
“Okay,” said Cole, “who’s willing to go with the truck, under those rules of engagement?”
Everybody looked stonily forward. “We don’t want to kill anybody,” said Drew, “but we don’t want them to be able to shoot, and us not.”
“I don’t want to do it alone,” said Cole.
“It’s just a U-Haul,” said Mingo.
“No need two of us getting arrested,” said Arty.
“I’d go with you,” said Drew. “Except that’s white man’s country. Eastern Washington? Might as well be North Dakota. Black face with you in that truck, they’re going to look extra hard at whatever you’re carrying. They’ll be looking for drugs.”
“Come on,” said Cole. What century was this?
“You never been black in the United States,” said Cat. “Trust me on this. Drew and I travel separately or we’re a gang. We come through Seattle airport, and we try real hard not to look like drug dealers.”
“How’s this,” said Load. “The truck comes in from Genesee, Idaho, on this Cow Creek Road.”
“That’s a promising name,” said Cole.
“Not exactly a major highway,” said Arty.
“That’s what we want, right?” said Benny.
“If they got nobody on it, then yeah,” said Mingo. “But if they put somebody there, it’s gonna be Barney Fife. Real eager to inspect every vehicle to count the bolts in the chassis.”
“I look at the map and it looks like this goes nowhere,” said Cole.
“No, you pick up Schlee Road to Steptoe Canyon Road and take that south to Wawawai River Road.”
“Is that a real name?” said Arty. “Wawawawawawai?”
“What is this, the Grand Canyon?” said Cole. “Nothing crosses this river for miles.”