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Chapter 8
Thedeputyshouted,"Youkeepthoseguysinorderorwe’lldoitwithWinchesters."
Dakinsaidcoldly,"Youcanpullinyourneckandgobacktosleep."
MacmutteredtoJim,"Thosecopsarescaredashell.Thatmakes’emdangerous.Justlikerattlesnakeswhenthey’rescared:they’llshootatanything."
Thecrowdhadmovedawaynowandthemenwerescatteringtotheirtents.Macsaid,"Let’sgohavealookatDoc,Jim.Comeonoverbythestoves."TheyfoundDr.Burtonsittingonabox,bandagingaman’sarm.Akerosenelanternshedathinyellowlightonhisworkandilluminedasmallcircleontheground.Hestuckdownthebandagewithadhesive.
"Thereyouare,"hesaid."Nexttimedon’tletitgetsosore.You’llloseanarmsomeday,ifyoudo."
Themansaid,"Thanks,Doc,"andwentaway,rollingdownhissleeve.
"Hello,Mac.Hello,Jim.IguessI’mfinished."
"Wasthattheringworm?"
"No,justalittlecut,andaniceinfectionstarted.Theywon’tlearntotakecareofcuts."
Macsaid,"IfDoccouldonlyfindacaseofsmall-poxnowandsetupaquarantineward,he’dbeperfectlyhappy.What’reyougoingtodonow,Doc?"
