He didn’t know if the neo-Nazis were shooting at anyone or just firing their guns in celebration. They lacked the discipline of real soldiers, but Belcher didn’t seem to mind that they were wasting ammo and making way too much noise as they laughed and whooped with success. Maybe he figured they deserved to have a little fun since they were all going to die in an hour or so. None of them looked scared. None of them showed even an iota of regret. “What about their families?” Chapel asked, when none of them were in earshot. No women had come along for this particular bloodbath. “What about their wives?” “The women who were dumb enough to marry skinheads and white-power assholes?” Belcher asked, quietly. “They’re still back in Kendred, armed to the teeth. When the ATF or the army or whoever shows up to investigate, they’ll have a nasty surprise waiting for them. Those women are just as ready to die as their men.” “What about all those kids you showed me?”
