sk.dreamcatcher-第20节
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'Pete？'
'I'm all right now；' Pete said。 He looked up at Henry with exhausted eyes 。 。 。 but they； too； were not without amusement。 'Is this a total fuckarow or not？'
'It is。'
'I don't think I could walk all the way back to Derry； but I'll get to that shelter。' He held out a hand。 'Help me up； chief'
Henry took his old friend's hand and pulled。 Pete came up stiff…legged； like a man rising from a formal bow； stood still for a moment； then said： 'Let's go。 I'm lookin forward to gettin out of this wind。' He paused； then added： 'We should have brought a few beers。'
They got to the top of the hill and the wind was better on the other side。 By the time they got to the straight stretch at the bottom； Henry had begun allowing himself to hope that this part of it； at least； was going to go all right。 Then； halfway along the straight with a shape up ahead that just about had to be the loggers' shelter； the woman collapsed … first to her knees； then onto her front。 She lay like that for a moment； head turned； only the breath rising from her open mouth to indicate she was still alive （and how much simpler this would be if she wasn't； Henry thought）。 Then she rolled over on her side and let out another long bray of a belch。
'Oh you troublesome cunt；' Pete said； sounding not angry but only tired。 He looked at Henry。 'What now？'
Henry knelt by her； told her in his loudest voice to get up； snapped his fingers； clapped his hands； and counted to three several times。 Nothing worked。
'Stay here with her。 Maybe I can find something up there to drag her on。'
'Good luck。'
'You have a better idea？'
Pete sat down in the snow with a grimace； his bad leg stretched out in front of him。 'Nosir；' he said； 'I do not。 I'm fresh out of ideas。'
7
It took Henry five minutes to walk up to the shelter。 His own leg was stiffening where the turnsignal lever had gouged it； but he thought he was all right。 If he could get Pete and the woman to shelter； and if the Arctic Cat back at Hole in the Wall would start； he thought this might still turn out okay。 And damn； it was interesting； there was that。 Those lights in the sky 。 。 。
The shelter's corrugated top had fallen perfectly： the front； facing the road； was open； but the back was almost entirely closed off And poking out of the thin scrim of snow that had drifted inside was a swatch of dirty gray tarpaulin with a coating of sawdust and ancient splinters clinging to it。
'Bingo；' Henry said； and grabbed it。 At first it stuck to the ground； but when he put his back to it； the tarp came loose with a hoarse ripping sound that made him think of the woman farting。
Dragging it behind him； he plodded back toward where Pete； his leg still pointed out stiffly before him； sat in the snow next to the prone woman。
8
It was far easier than Henry had dared hope。 In fact； once they got her on the tarpaulin； it was a breeze。 She was a hefty woman； but she slid on the snow like grease。 Henry was glad it wasn't five degrees warmer； sticky snow might have changed things considerably。 And； of course； it helped being on a straight stretch。
The snow was now ankle deep and falling more thickly than ever； but the flakes had gotten bigger。 It's stopping； they'd tell each other in tones of disappointment when they saw flakes like that as kids。
'Hey Henry？' Pete sounded out of breath； but that was okay； the shelter was just up ahead。 In the meantime Pete walked in a kind of stiff…legged strut to keep his knee from ing out of whack again。
'What？'
'I been thinkin about Duddits a lot just lately … how strange is that？'
'No； bounce；' Henry said at once； without even thinking about it。
'That's right。' Pete gave a somehow nervous laugh。 'No bounce； no play。 You do think it's strange； don't you？'
'If it is；' Henry said； 'we're both strange。'
'What do you mean？'
'I've been thinking of Duddits myself； and for quite awhile。 Since at least March。 Jonesy and I were going to go see him…'
'You were？'
'Yeah。 Then Jonesy had that accident…'
'Crazy old cocksucker that hit him never should have been driving；' Pete said with a dark frown。 'Jonesy's lucky to be alive。'
'You got that right；' Henry said。 'His heart stopped in the ambulance。 The EMTs had to give him the juice。'
Pete halted； wide…eyed。 'No shit？ It was that bad？ That close？'
It occurred to Henry that he had just been indiscreet。 'Yes； but you ought to keep your mouth shut about it。 Carla told me； but I don't think Jonesy knows。 I never 。 。 。' He waved his arm vaguely； and Pete nodded with perfect understanding。 I never sensed that he did was what Henry meant。
'I'll keep it under my hat；' Pete said。
'I think it's best you do。'
'And you never got to see Duds。'
Henry shook his head。 'In all the excitement about Jonesy； I forgot。 Then it was summer； and you know how things e up 。 。 。'
Pete nodded。
'But you know what？ I was thinking of him just a little while ago。 Back in Gosselin's。'
'Was it the kid in the Beavis and Butt…head shirt？' Pete asked。 His words came out in little puffs of white vapor。
Henry nodded。 'The kid' could have been twelve or twenty…five； when it came to Down's syndrome you just couldn't tell。 He had been red…haired； wandering along the middle aisle of the dark little market next to a man who just about had to be his father … same green…and…black…checked hunting jacket； more importantly the same carroty red hair； the man's now thin enough to show the scalp underneath； and he had given them a look； the kind that says Don't you say nothing about my kid unless you want trouble； and of course neither of them had said anything； they had e the twenty or so miles from Hole in the Wall for beer and bread and hot dogs； not trouble； and besides； they had once known Duddits； still knew Duddits in a way … sent him Christmas presents and birthday cards； anyway； Duddits who had once been； in his own peculiar fashion； one of them。 What Henry could not very well confide to Pete was that he'd been thinking of Duds at odd moments ever since realizing； some sixteen months ago； that he meant to take his own life and that everything he did had bee either a holding action against that event or a preparation for it。 Sometimes he even dreamed of Duddits； and of the Beav saying Let me fix that； man and Duddits saying Fit wha？
'Nothing wrong with thinking about Duddits； Pete；' he said as he hauled the makeshift sled with the woman on it into the shelter。 He was out of breath himself。 'Duddits was how we defined ourselves。 He was our finest hour。'
'You think so？'
'Yup。' Henry plopped down to get his breath before going on。 to the next thing。 He looked at his watch。 Almost noon。 By now Jonesy and Beaver would be past the point of thinking the snow had just slowed them down； would be almost sure something had gone wrong。 Perhaps one of them would fire up the snowmobile （if it works； he reminded himself again； if the damn thing works）。 e out looking for them。 That would simplify things a bit。
He looked at the woman lying on the tarp。 Her hair had fallen over one eye； hiding it； the other looked at Henry … and through him … with chilly indifference。
Henry believed that all children were presented with self…defining moments in early adolescence； and that children in groups were apt to respond more decisively than children alone。 Often they behaved badly； answering distress with cruelty。 Henry and his friends had behaved well； for whatever reason。 It meant no more than anything else in the end； but it did not hurt to remember； especially when your soul was dark； that once you had confounded the odds and behaved decently。
He told Pete what he was going to do and what Pete was going to do； then got to his feet to start doing it … he wanted them all safe behind the doors of Hole in the Wall before the light left the day。 A clean； well…lighted place。
'Okay；' Pete said； but he sounded nervous。 'Just hope she doesn't die on me。 And that those lights don't e back。' He craned to look out at the sky； where now there were only dark； low…hanging clouds。 'What were they； do you think？ Some kind of lightning？'
'Hey； you're the space expert。' Henry got up。 'Start picking up the little sticks … you don't even have to get up to do that。'
'Kindling； right？'
'Right；' Henry said； then stepped over the woman on the tarp and walked to the edge of the woods； where there was plenty of bigger stuff lying around in the snow。 Roughly nine miles； that was the walk ahead of him。 But first they were going to light a fire。 A nice big one。
CHAPTER FOUR
MCCARTHY GOES TO
THE JOHN
1
Jonesy and Beaver sat in the kitchen； playing cribbage； which they simply called the game。 That was what Lamar； Beaver's father； had always called it； as though it were the only game。 For Lamar Clarendon； whose life revolved around his central Maine construction pany； it probably was the only game； the one most at home in logging camps； railroad sheds； and； of course； construction trailers。 A board with a hundred and twenty holes； four pegs； and an old greasy deck of cards； if you had those things； you were in business
