Пролетая над гнездом кукушки
Chapter 29
IranacrossthegroundsinthedirectionIrememberedseeingthedoggo,towardthehighway.IrememberIwastakinghugestridesasIran,seemingtostepandfloatalongwaysbeforemynextfootstrucktheearth.IfeltlikeIwasflying.Free.NobodybotherscomingafteranAWOL,Iknew,andScanloncouldhandleanyquestionsaboutthedeadman—noneedtoberunninglikethis.ButIdidn’tstop.IranformilesbeforeIstoppedandwalkeduptheembankmentontothehighway.
Icaughtaridewithaguy,aMexicanguy,goingnorthinatruckfullofsheep,andgavehimsuchagoodstoryaboutmebeingaprofessionalIndianwrestlerthesyndicatehadtriedtolockupinanuthousethathestoppedrealquickandgavemealeatherjackettocovermygreensandloanedmetenbuckstoeatonwhileIhitchhikedtoCanada.IhadhimwritehisaddressdownbeforehedroveoffandItoldhimI’dsendhimthemoneyassoonasIgotalittleahead.
ImightgotoCanadaeventually,butIthinkI’llstopalongtheColumbiaontheway.I’dliketocheckaroundPortlandandHoodRiverandTheDallestoseeifthere’sanyoftheguysIusedtoknowbackinthevillagewhohaven’tdrunkthemselvesgoofy.I’dliketoseewhatthey’vebeendoingsincethegovernmenttriedtobuytheirrighttobeIndians.I’veevenheardthatsomeofthetribehavetooktobuildingtheiroldramshacklewoodscaffoldingalloverthatbigmillion-dollarhydroelectricdam,andarespearingsalmoninthespillway.I’dgivesomethingtoseethat