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Chapter 30
«Mightatthat.»
RoseofSharonwasdownwithaheavycold,herfaceflushedandhereyesshiningwithfever.Masatbesideherwithacupofhotmilk.«Here,"shesaid.«Takethishere.Gotbacongreaseinitforstrength.Here,drinkit!»
RoseofSharonshookherheadweakly.«Iain’thungry.»
Padrewacurvedlineintheairwithhisfinger.«Ifwewasalltogetourshovelsan’throwupabank,Ibetwecouldkeepherout.On’yhavetogofromuptheredowntothere.»
«Yeah,"UncleJohnagreed.«Might.Dunnoifthemotherfellas’dwanta.Theymayberuthermovesomewhereselse.»
«Buttheseherecarsisdry,"Painsisted.«Couldn’findnodryplaceasgoodasthis.Youwait.»Fromthepileofbrushinthecarhepickedatwig.Herandownthecat-walk,splashedthroughthemudtothestreamandhesethistwiguprightontheedgeoftheswirlingwater.Inamomenthewasbackinthecar.«Jesus,yagetwetthrough,"hesaid.
Bothmenkepttheireyesonthelittletwigonthewater’sedge.Theysawthewatermoveslowlyuparounditandcreepupthebank.
Pasquatteddowninthedoorway.«Comin’upfast,"hesaid.«Ithinkweoughtagotalktotheotherfellas.Seeifthey’llhelpditchup.Gottogitoutahereiftheywon’t.»PalookeddownthelongcartotheWainwrightend.Alwaswiththem,sittingbesideAggie.Pawalkedintotheirprecinct.«Water’srisin’,"hesaid.«Howaboutifwethrowedupabank?Wecoulddoherifever’bodyhelped.»
Wainwrightsaid,«Wewasjes’talkin’.
