Explore "Mars is my Destination" by Frank Belknap Long on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
We stayed silent until the tractor had rumbled past eight or ten of the / breaks in the Big Grayness. They were shrouded in dusk-light now, with / no kids playing in the front yards of the housing area pre-fabs. Then, / just as we were turning into the clear-away that branched off from the / one I'd taken on leaving the hospital, Hillard shouted: "We've got to / get over to the left! There's an ambulance right up ahead!"
I heard the siren before I saw it, a banshee-like wail cutting through / the twilight, unnerving in its shrillness. It took a moment or two for / its winking red headlights to come sweeping toward us and if Hillard / had seen them before that it had to mean he had exceptionally sharp / eyesight.