CHAPTER ON~
EVEN CONSIDERING the sweltering heat， the town be-
low seemed unnaturally quiet.
Nestled near the base of the mountain， surrounded by
serublands of semidesert stretching into the distance，
the place was a sprawling metropolis that had to be
home to three or four thousand people. But he could see
no sign of life.
Wiping the sweat fron~ his forehead， then adjusting
the brim of his hat to pr0tect his eyes from the sun，
John headed forward once~nore.
By the time he reached the level plain， he was sure the
place was deserted.
The only living thing in sight was an enormous tur-
key vulture， sitting on a weathered sign that marked the
city limits. As he drew closer， the buzzard gave a lazy
flap of its wings and flew off.
Pausing， John gazed at the sign it had been perched
on. Chester City， Nevada， it read. Founded， 1888.
When he started off again， Chester City seemed to
become more dilapidated with each step he took. Many
of the cabins lining the side streets had collapsed over
the years， and the buildings on the main street were in
little better shape. There had once been stretches of
boardwalk in front of the larger structures， but they d
decayed long ago.
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