"Wont, then."
"Dont."
Pock, he squattin on his heels, got him a stick, makin circles on the ground.
"It shouldnt oughta be, you know it? Shouldnt be the way it is. You think bout it, same as I do, same as ever one, dont say you never doin that. I member stuff, Ratch. Just dont like to say Ido."
"Good. Then dont."
"Whats the good of not talkin, you member too, you thinkin same as me.
"Maybe I thinkin some once. Im not thinkin now."
"Might say you don"t. Doesnt mean you not. ..."
Thats when I push him down flat. Pock look surprised, me doin that.
"Im sayin this. Whatevers in your head, keep it to yourself. Dont want to hear what you thinkin or anyone else. Go do somethin. Dont be sittin round here."
Pock, he dont say a thing. He put down his stick, he get up an go, I sittin by my self The fire bout gone. I stick a little dead gra.s.s on, it dont do any good.
I can hear whinin where the other Persons are, I can hear Rhidos shufflin in the Dark. Some of the Drills is movin about. A Drill dont ever keep still, you can count on that.
Lilys asleep, Im glad she doin that. Theres nothin she can do bout Dit. Dits goin, if he isnt gone now. Im lookin at the sky, lookin at the brights. Theres clouds goin by real fast. Im thinkin way Pock acting, I got to watch him now. He talkin to me like that, he talkin to somebody else.
Some people not thinkin, some people hasnt got a bit of sense- I stand up quick cause I know hes right there. I see him, now, a shadow gainst the Dark.
Then I see the other one, over by his self.
"I am ever having to admonish you, Ratch," Sal tells me. "There is no cause to having a fire.
It is not be cooling, there is plenty of warming in the air."
Isnt a fire no more, its p.h.u.c.kin gone out.
"This time I am forgetting what I see. I am closing my eyes to your actions, I am seeing nothing of this. Ratch, you will have Lily rise from her sleeping. You will bring her here."
"What? What for?"
Sal dont like me sayin that. He lopes up closer an kicks my water pot. It breaks an clatters on the rocks. The ground sucks it up an thats all I got.
"Bring her, Ratch. Bring Lily here."
Somebody grunt an somebody s.h.i.ts, an now I can see whos up there with Sal. Somebody with a dead turtle hat, somebody with dirty little eyes. Somebody with a lotta thorns an stickers on pokin out. . . .
Im not thinkin bout Lily at all. Lily pops in I get her out quick. The more I do that, the more she poppin in again. I oughta not get ina bother but I do. No ones taken Lily off before. What I thinkin, they wouldnt for nother year or so.
Only this isnt home no more. These Drills is not the same as Sal Capone or Darc, or Lon Peron.
"I think Dit maybe goin," Macky says. "He lyin awful still."
I go look an he cold as the ground, and I say, "Macky, Im afraid he is."
Florence an the others wont be checking till Light. Dont want Dit where the bugsll get him,so I cover him with dust an leave him where he is.
"You done a good job watchin," I tell Macky. "Good as anyone could."
"Not as good as Lily."
"Just bout as good. I bet she tell you herself when she gettin back here."
Macky wants to ask, wants me to tell him, but he keep it all in. He growin up good, but I wouldnt tell him that.
Long before Light sets in, Drills is up gruntin an lopin about, yellin an barkin, do this an do that. Mockits Persons an Pocks is gettin up slow. All of ems hungry, thirsty an sick.
Sal come over an tell Macky come along with him. Sal don"t even look at me. Macky comes back, bringin water an grubs. Macky looks scared, an he goes off again. This time he got Lily too.
I dont hardly know its her. I look at her I wanta be sick. Her skins all dirty, caked in dust, flakin like the ground when the sun dry ever thing up. She shakin awful bad. Her eyes is open an I have to shade her cause she starin at the sun.
I can see her fuzz I can kinda see her cut, but she all scratched up on her belly down there. Theres blood an dust an I cant clean her up, theres not enough water to spare.
"Here," I tell her, "you drink some of this. You feel real better soon." I take some water in my mouth an open her lips an let the water seep in. She chokin some, then she swallow an I know its goin in. I give her another an she try an say somethin but nothin comin out.
"She be all right, Ratch? She dont look too good." I turn up an theres Mockit an he starin at Lily, his eyes getting bigger all the time.
"You seen enough," I tell him, "now be outa here fore I standin up." I know what he doin an he know it too. He look off quick an go back where he come.
Im thinkin, they coulda give her a clothes, they coulda give em back. A Drill, though, they dont think bout that. Dont matter to them they got a k.n.o.bber or a cut they got buds hangin out.
Clothes is somethin Persons do.
I lay a little st.i.tch I took off Dit an put it cross her parts. Wasnt anything to hide her buds, they just be pokin out. An Mockit, he can find somewhere else to look.
Me seein her now isnt like I seen her at the creek. Dont have the feelin I had bout her then.
She back bein a sister an I feel good bout that.
If the heat was bad before, its worsen that now. Worsen I ever mag-ined it could be. Ever one startin off sick, ever one hungry, beat an dried up from the awful Light before.
The s.h.i.t we sposed to be haulin, me an Lily, Macky an Dit, is bundles of sticks so the Drills can have a fire. Where wes at, there isnt any sticks, isnt anything at all. Only now Dits gone, an Lily she barely on her feet. Im haulin three loads an Macky haulin one.
Same things happenin with all the others too. The younguns cryin an rollin all aroun. Ever Person can is haulin they load, but the heat is meltin us down. Isnt half a mile fore folks start droppin what they got, and fallin to the ground.
The Drills, they real upset bout that. Sal Capone an Sherbert Hoover come lopin down theline, growlin an snappin they teeth at ever one in sight. Sherb Hoover got a stick an starts. .h.i.ttin Persons on the back. Ever ones squealin, ever ones scared. You cant ever tell what Sherbs bout to do.
Sal tells him stop, he done enough of that. Sal gets me an Mockit and Pock an the rest of the olders an make us pick everbody up.
"It is shameful to me you are not being proper in your work," Sal says. "We have many fars to go. You must not be falling down. You must not be dropping your burdens to the ground. I am greatly disappointed. You will not be doing this again."
Sal scratches on his k.n.o.bber, and turns and lopes away. Sherbert Hoover shakes his stick at me, an follows Sal down the trail. Two of the new Drills is watchin all this. Both of ems got hats. Both of ems got mats on a pole to keep the sun out. One of em is Orangey Harding. The other ones Gandolph Scott, who taken Lily off. He dont even look at us, an Im glad when they both gone away.
Isnt even high noon, an Macky says bout six has dropped away, but I countin moren that. I know for certain Lily cant last. She hasnt hardly spoke since Macky brung her back.
"I can pick you up," I tell her, "you dont have to walk. I know you feelin bad."
"You got plenty to carry, Ratch. You dont need to be haulin me too."
"This stuff isnt heavy. I could do it all day. Bet I could do it longern that."
"I can take some," Macky says, "I"m big enough to."
"You bout as big as a vole," I tell him. "s.h.i.t, you no biggern a ant, thats you."
"I can do it. I can do it same as you."
"You cant neither. Dont be askin me again."
I see right off the hurt in Mackys eyes. Lily lookin off, but I catch her sad too.
I wish I hadnt yell at Macky but I did. It isnt him, its ever thing else. Ever thing wrong, ever thing bad bout what we doin out here. Walkin in the sun, hungry an nothin to drink. Whats the good of that?
Somethin is happenin up front. Somethin goin on, somethin givin Drills a fit. We all lookin at ever one else, wonderin what it all about. Then Darc Anthony trottin on back, barkin up a storm. Ever body gotta stop, he tell us, ever body put his stuff down, we better be still, better not make a fuss.
I look at Mockit, he lookin back. He can smell em same as me fore they even in sight. They stink blowin straight up the draw, a dry an chokin smell strong enough to gag a stone.
Its s.h.i.t an dust an the smell of they parts hangin down tween they legs. Isnt nothing bad as that, isnt nothin foul an nasty as a Rhido is. You maybe not member you Mama, you may not member nothin else, you goin to member how a Rhido smell. You five maybe ten, you wakin an smell em you hear em out there, you edgin in close to you kin.
"lm scared, Ratch," Macky says, huggin the dirt next to me. "Im scared real bad. I dont wanta see em, dont want em seein me."
"They not after you, boy. They dont care bout you.""I think I gotta pee."
"You do, better not be on me."
"You be smellin em before," Lily says, talkin best she can. "You member I tell you, that song we used to sing? You member that, Im certain that you do."
Macky too scared, dont even know his name. Theres other younguns close by hasnt ever smelled Rhido fearsome an awful as this. They howlin an whinin, the olders tryin to still em fore the Drills comin back.
"Stay down," Mockit says, an Pock tells his Persons too. "Stay down low, dont even try an look."
Im holdin Macky, he rollin his eyes, he shakin like a vole hear a snik close by. Lily too sick to hardly try.
I seein em now, keepin down an eatin dirt just raisin up my eyes. They heavin, rumblin, snortin and fartin, gruntin and poundin the ground. Isnt nothing bigger, isnt nothin ugly as a Rhido swingin his big head about, thrashin his terrible horns, thisaway and that. p.h.u.c.kin horns is pointy, p.h.u.c.kin horns sharp, longern a chile, near longern a man.
I want to shut my eyes tight, want to be cryin like a chile. They comin so close I can see they little mouth, I can see they tiny eyes.
Theys worse, too, worsen even that. The Drills has painted white circles round the Rhidos eyes. Painted jaggy lightnin on they great sag-gin hides, painted moons, painted suns, all kinds a scary sights. Somes got yeller on they horns, some got stripes goin all down they sides, blackern blood, near blackern Dark. . . .
Then ever Person there they screamin and moanin, ever one tryin to dig they selves a hole.
Some of em lets they bowels go, which dont help at all.
Someone cryin, someone tearin at the ground. I look round, isnt anyone but me. I shakin real bad, I tryin to breathe. What I seeins not real cause now I seein Drills too, screechin an barkin, snappin they muzzles, barin they teeth. . . .
Gotta not be, gotta be somethin in my head. They ridin, what they doin, perched right up on the Rhidos theyselves, right on the Rhidos p.h.u.c.kin backs!
I think my heart goin to stop right there. Mockits eyes is rollin, Macky is throwin up spit. I never even thought about, never even mag-ined nothing awful as this. . . .
When its over you can hear the awful quiet, so heavy it pressin on the ground. The Rhidos is gone, leavin dust an a fearful smell behind.
You listen real close, you can hear em still, hear em like far off thunder, rollin off the edge of the world.
Im standin real slow. Some of the others is gettin up too. n.o.body talkin, no one makin a sound. n.o.body cept Mockit, Mockit cant keep from talkin too long.
"What you think they doin, Ratch? Where they goin to go?"
"Why you askin me, what the p.h.u.c.k I know?"
Mockits face covered up with dust. Cant see nothin but his eyes. Looks like somethin hangin from a tree, somethin livin in the Dark."They doin that dream," he sayin. "Whatever they done before. They doin it again."
"Wasnt any dream, Mockit. That look like a dream to you?"
Mockit dont answer. He scared an I scared too, but I wont let it show. I look out over the far. I mightve seen Rhidos, I mightve seen hot stuff risin off the flats.
One of the wimins starts wailin somewhere, then another after that. I waitin, watchin the path goes up the little draw. Waitin for a Drill maybe tell us what to do. n.o.body there, n.o.body comin down.
What I better do, I thinkin, I better squat an wait. Squat down boilin in the sun like ever body else. Squat down waitin, ever body sick, ever body dyin, waitin for a drink.
That"s what I oughta do. I oughta but I dont. Somethin happen inside me, somethin in my head. Im not squattin no more, I standin up walkin, walkin up the draw. Mockit say somethin behind me, Pock, he sayin somethin too. I keep goin, I not lookin no where.
At the top of the draw, I stop an look down. I lookin where the Drills is campin. They stuff is scattered all bout, they cookfires burnin behind a stand of rock.
s.h.i.t, I sayin to myself, isnt n.o.body there. Nothin but females under a little straw tent. Mama Ga.s.s an Silly Marlene, Florence of Arabia too. Dim Ba.s.singer and little Semi More. Pain Fonda got a youngun suckin on her buds.
I turn round an start back the other way. Florence start screechin, showin her gums, gnashin her teeth. She get the others goin too.
Mockit and Pock is waitin, Pock lookin at me like I crawl out of a hole.
"What they doin," Pock say, "what they up to down there? What we spose to do now?"
"Not doin nothin, isnt n.o.body there."
"How we goin to get water, then, how we goin to do that?"
Him an Mockit is yappin, I walkin away. Persons is moanin, Persons is rollin on the ground.
Macky, he sittin over Lily, shakin this way an that.
"Lily she gone, Ratch. Not even breathin no more."