"Well, if we get into the tanks, like Paul's doing, maybe a couple, three years. That's a wild guess."

"What's the longevity of cars going to be?" Catrin asked. "What goes out first?"

"Batteries," Martin said. "Most of them are dead already."

"If a car's not driven, the engines can seize up after maybe six months or a year," Winch said. "Tires develop flat sides, rot eventually. Probably a lot of other stuff. We could get an older, simpler car, easier to fix, stick shift, and always park it on a hill so it could be started by coasting, so the dead battery wouldn't be a problem, and then all we'd have to worry about would be gas and tires and mechanical problems. I'd guess we could keep it running five, six years. Maybe more, depending."

"Sounds complicated," Catrin said. "What would we use this car for?"

"Bringing in gasoline from further away?" Winch suggested.

"So we have to adjust," Martin said. "The bottom line is that sooner or later we're going to have to do without cars and generator electricity. Things will be different."

"Very," Winch said.

They sat in the cool air several minutes without speaking.

"How's the solar cell project coming?" Martin asked.

"Almost done. I had a hard time finding the cells, but it'll run anything that works on flashlight type batteries."

"How long will it last?" Catrin asked.

"I have no idea."

"But would never run the water pump."

"Nope. Not like we need. There's always hand-pumping."

"That brings us back to whether we stay here or to move to a more accessible water source."

"When do we have to decide this?" Catrin asked.

"We could let the weather tell us," Martin said. "If we have enough rain to collect for drinking and if we still have good growing weather, we'll stay. If not, we figure out where we should go. We might only have to move nearer one of the rivers."

"This needs to be carefully thought out," Catrin said. "Obviously."

In the cool dim light, they sat and thought about their future. In the distance they could hear Paul and Leona's generators and air conditioner working away, burning up the old world's gasoline.

Chapter 49.

One night in September, the north half of the city burned. The fire began not more than a mile from them. Thousands of ash, sycamores, maples, camphor and pistache trees that lined the streets had wilted from the months of dry heat. In the better neighborhoods, the shake-covered roofs were paper-dry. The lawns that had grown several feet high during the endless spring rains were now straw-colored tinder. Somewhere, there had been a spark, and it all went up.

Martin and Catrin and the kids, Winch, Xeng, and Paul and Leona, all stood in their street that night and watched the sky above the city glow orange. Leona was calm at first.

After a while, they put lawn chairs on the flat part of Winch's roof and watched it burn. Gradually, hour by hour, it drew closer and they could see huge, slow-moving flames billowing into the sky.

Periodically, there were explosions and they made guesses as to what they might be: gas stations, trucks loaded with volatile chemicals, factories, paint stores, natural gas storage.

"Civilization goes fast when it goes, doesn't it," Winch said.

"It goes very fast," Xeng said. "I have seen this before. But not from fire."

"What about the library?" Martin asked. "Can you guess if the fire has reached it?"

"Oh yes," Xeng said, "I think so."

"You're taking it well," Catrin said.

"We put the good books in Xeng's house," Solomon said. "Everyday we brought some back." He stood next to Martin's chair and leaned his head on Martin's shoulder.

"Still good ones burning in there," Xeng said quietly.

"How can you people be so calm?" Leona said suddenly. "It could sweep through here and burn all our stuff. We might have to go back to living in grocery stores."

Paul whispered to her, patting her arm.

"Paul," Martin said, "let's go check to see how close it's coming."

"It'll be dangerous!" Leona yelped.

"It would be more dangerous to let it surprise us. Come on," Martin said.

Martin made Isha stay behind though she was prancing and begging to come along. It had occurred to him that they might run into escaping animals that lived in the city. Though he hated the feel of the thing, he strapped on a .45, hoping it would be of more use as a noisemaker than as a weapon.

The fire was further away than it looked from the roof, which was good. As they walked, Martin tried to get a conversation going with Paul.

How are the generators holding up, he asked, and Paul said they worked okay. Was he having trouble finding gasoline? No, but they were up to seven gallons a day because he'd put in another air conditioner. Was the work getting him down? No, Paul said he was fine. Just a little tired. How were he and Leona getting along? That also was fine, he said.

They walked in silence a while. Several dogs ran past, ignoring them. Two baboons appeared at the end of the street and Martin moved Paul and himself out of the street and off to the side where they could stand in a doorway.

"Just two monkeys," Paul said.

"Two baboon scouts," Martin said. He'd seen the troop around town before. "Watch."

The scouts eyed the two men as they did a fast knuckle-walk along the opposite sidewalk. Then, behind them, from around a corner came the rest of the troop - ten or fifteen others, some of them mothers with their babies clinging to their fur. Some of the bigger ones probably weighed close to a hundred pounds.

"They're just monkeys. Where'd they come from?"

"Who knows. Maybe the circus was in town. But you should have the greatest respect for baboons," Martin whispered. "Back in their old country, when a couple of the big guys get together and want to have some fun, they go out and harass leopards."

"I don't believe that."

"Paul, whatever you believe, just don't make any sudden moves while I'm near you. If you want to pester one on your own time, you can tell me later that I was wrong."

Paul stayed still.

After walking forty-five minutes, they got close enough to the fire to see where it was burning through a neighborhood. The air was sharp with smoke and ashes fell around them. They climbed up on the roof of a house that had a clear view.

"I want to see what direction it's going," Martin said, pulling Paul up after him.

They stood there on the peak of the house watching the fire engulf trees and turn them to black, flame-roaring skeletons.

After a few minutes, apropos of nothing, Paul said, "Leona wasn't a virgin."

"No? That's a problem?"

"She said she was a virgin and she wasn't. I think she had a baby. I talked to Xeng. I asked him how a person could tell. I think she had one, so she's not a virgin."

"Paul, if she did have a baby, don't you suppose it died? Think how she feels about that."

"She lied to me. I'm not going to work all the time anymore, doing all the stuff the lying bitch tells me to. She probably did it with all kinds of guys."

"All those guys are dead, Paul. And she obviously loves you."

"But I keep thinking about all those guys on her. I might leave her."

"Does it look like the fire is coming this way or is it moving away?"

"It's not coming closer. It makes me crazy some times."

"Would you feel better if you had the details, if she told you who the father was, all that stuff?"

"I don't know. I'd like to kill him."

"I'm sure you're too late."

"I think she lies to me about other things, too."

"Like what?"

"When she says she loves me. I think she just loves all the work I do."

"Tell you what, Paul. You just cool out about this a day or so and I'll talk to Catrin. She thinks better about this kind of thing than I do. I'll let you know what she thinks. All right?"

"I really loved her," he said, his voice quivering. "But every time I- Every time we- I keep thinking about her getting laid by those other guys."

"Paul, right now you think about the fire. If the wind changes, we could have some very serious problems."

"So what?" he said. "Maybe all our stuff would burn up. I wouldn't care."

On the way back, Paul talked more than Martin could remember. He had been spending four hours a day carrying gasoline from the station, and with the second air conditioner, "I had to make another round trip. For that lying bitch."

"You think your gas station burned?" Martin asked.

"I know it did."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I torched it myself, the god damned place. I hated it."

"When did you do this?"

"This afternoon. On my last trip."

Martin stopped walking. Paul took a few more steps and turned and looked back at him. "You started this fire."

"After all the lies she told me, I wasn't going to be her slave anymore."

"Why didn't you just tell her that instead of burning half the city? We could all end up running from this fire."

"Yeah, but we're not."

"Paul...." Martin really didn't know how to tell him what a stupid son of a bitch he was, or if it would do any good. "Paul, just check with me before you set any more fires. All right?"

"Why? Nothing of yours was burned."

"But if something had been endangered, like Catrin or the children, I'd have to consider you a dangerous person. I would treat you like a dangerous person, Paul. Are we on the same page here?"

Paul said nothing as they walked back.

Martin wondered how seriously he intended the threat. He wondered who he was becoming.

Chapter 50.

Jan-Louise showed up the day after the fire. She was a heavily-used-looking twenty-eight years old, blond and fair-skinned, with a tracery of fine wrinkles around her eyes. There was nothing delicate about her: she was strong-boned, on the stocky side.

"Good Polish farm stock," she said, grinning and showing her white, perfectly aligned teeth. "Diaz gave me your address, but when I got here and saw that you guys had a fire too, I thought, 'Oh crap, missed out again,' but the house where I got your address was on the other side of town. Then I had to find a map to find you. You know it took me three cars and three pairs of shoes to get here from Winnemucca? The cars kept dying and the shoes kept falling apart."

"Water in the gas," Winch said. He watched Jan-Louise closely.

They were sitting in Martin's house, all of them together, to welcome their new member. Paul and Leona sat quietly, and Martin had noticed that Leona had a faint purplish darkening around her left eye. Paul must have been eloquent.

Solomon and Missa had already brought out the wine glasses and the apple juice, and just before they drank, Jan-Louise had said, "I drink this and I'm in with you guys, right?"

"Unless you're crazy or until you want to leave," Martin said.