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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?"

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