O Caesar, Where Art Thou?

by akfedeau

In the middle of long, hot Mojave summer, Arcade's love for proverbs grabs the eye of a stranger. A taciturn orphan feared for his strength, Tony's tracing a medallion found on him as a baby - and he needs a Latin translator to help him follow it back to The Fort.

2. The Middle of Nowhere

At ten the next morning the doctor picked his first bone.

"You know, the ganglands of the Boneyard are more pulchritudinous than this hellhole."

"Yeah?"

"God, yes."

"Well that's swell. That's." Tony ducked between arch and rubble of the ruined building. "That's real swell."

Arcade followed him through. "So you agree with me."

Tony hoisted his knapsack further up on his shoulder. "Yessir."

"... You don't know what that means, do you?"

A clatter of tumbling bricks.

"No, sir."