The Rovers studded tires spit up stones and mud from the small but powerful rain shower as Mason nailed the gas. The patched together vehicle was taking a pounding over the last few days but Mason hoped it would last at lest until they had a place to rest. The vehicles body shivered and creaked as the powerful engine kicked into high gear sending them all forward. Mason watched as Kobora disappeared into the quickly spreading distance behind the rover; Just above a fine crack that spread across the silver glass were it said, object my be closer then they appear. “Is Kabora committing suicide….?” Asked Fen, She kept her head turned towards the back. Mason shrugged his shoulders as if answering that he had no idea but he though to him self that if the man wanted to give his life so they could get away then so be it. He was trained in survival skills and rule number one was self preservation. It had been a hard rule to follow some times but it had saved his life on countless occasions. Raven who had just joined the travelers reached over and brushed back Fens long hair. “I wouldn't worry young one, with the magic I had just seen him use he may yet survive,” Raven tried her best to give the young girl a comforting smile. The Rover lunged right to left traversing the hard landscape. Mason had to get as much speed as he could get, to get some good distance but he also had to make sure that they never crashed or blew out a tire. The killer bugs had tremendous speed and they could catch them quick enough to make any mistake a fatal one. He was able to see Fugg in the distance having the same problem with the terrain but his bike could maneuver faster then the land rover. Just as they started to come over a rise, Cambei indicated a light in the distance. Fugg must have seen it to because he started to alter his course towards the same light. After another ten minutes of being thrown back and forth Mason could make out what appeared to be a farm house. The sun bleached yellow house with pealing paint sat in among a great number of fences and a large barn that looked to be still in use. They pulled to a stop in the morning light just before the house. A small well clamed the center of the mucky yard and on the porch sat an older man with a bubble barrel shot gun lying across his legs for easy access. Mason was about to speak to the man but the man slowly stood up and shouldered his gun. He was dressed in a pair of dirty blue coveralls and had light graying hair. He walked with a slight lip and made his way towards the front of the porch. “What will you be needing stranger,” he made no threatening motion towards Mason and never looked at Fugg who had been sitting on his still running Bike opposite the well from the SUV. “A few rooms if you can spare them,” Mason had been on the road for two weeks now and was in desperate need of some rest. “I,” spoke the man, “do yah got gil, and if yah do, we might make some arrangements.” “If you got room, I might be able to scrounge a few up,” Mason knew that the man had already decided if there little traveling group was a threat because they would already be sharing lead by now. “Women can stay in the house and the men in the barn, take it or leave it!” “How do we know we can trust you,” asked Raven from the back window The man scratched his chin in though, “well I can’t trust you eater but we are in the same position. You are risking your lives to stay hear and I am risking the lives of my wife and child,” He looked at the group and kept his eyes stern. Then he turned and called into the house, “Martha, Bring Henry out we have company.” The door then opened and a woman of forty years exited the front entrance. She had on a kitchen apron and looked as if she was just finishing up preserves with Barrie stains all over the front. In her a hand she pulled along a young boy about the age of twelve. He pulled his arm free from his mother and ran back into the house. His little green eyes could be seen peering out the front window. “What is it Jonathan, I got to check the pot or it will boil over,” then she just noticed the rough looking crowd that was sitting in the farm house yard. Mason thought she was going to convince her husband to send them away but to his surprise she made a big smile. “Well just don’t stand there, invite them in,” she cleaned her hand free of the sticky jam and made her way towards the SUV, “Don’t be shy come on in we have lunch ready and there should be plenty for every one.” She had a nice smile that made every one feel comfortable even Mason. “Now woman, we were just about to set a price and don’t you be going and giving every thing away like you did with that trader last week,” He made a scowl at Martha. Martha turned on her heels and placed her hand on her hip, “Don’t be telling me what I can and can’t do, or I will never make that pie you been wanting. Besides they look like they could use a good meal,” She gave her husband a mean look that would turn and wild animal away with his tail tucked between his legs. “Its ok,” Mason said to finish any more argument, “we have Gil and it is the lest we can do to pay our way. I won’t accept any freebees and I would say that lunch sounds good. “ With the mentioning of food Martha lost any will to further the argument with her husband, “Then come in, come in It should be ready in moment.” She gestured with her hand then turned towards the house.