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The trucks started again, and moved jerkily in low gear for a few hundred yards before they stopped
“What’s the matter, boy, you in any hurry?” Wilson asked softly
“We might as well get where we’re goin’
They remained sitting there for a few minutes, and then began to move againA battery they had passed on the road was firing, and another one a few miles ahead also had gone into actionThe shells whispered overhead, perhaps a mile above them, and the men listened dullyA machine gun began to fire far away, and the sound carried to them in separate bursts, deep and empty, like a man beating a carpetMartinez took off his helmet and kneaded his skull, feeling as though a hammer were pounding himA Japanese gun answered fire with a high penetrating shriekA flare went up near the horizon and cast enough light for them to see one anotherTheir faces looked white and then blue as though they were staring at each other across a dark and smoky room”We’re gettin’ close,” someone saidAfter the flare had died, it was possible to see a pale haze against the horizon, and Toglio said, “Something’s burning
“Sounds like a big fight going on,” Wyman suggested to Red
“Naw, they’re just feeling each other out,” Red told him”There’ll be a helluva lot more noise if something starts tonight The machine guns sputtered and then became silentA few mortar shells were landing somewhere with a flat thudding sound, and another machine gun, much farther away, fired againThen there was silence, and the trucks continued down the black muddy road
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obliged
to sell for the price he’d setUnlike every other horse sale in
Ireland, there was no bargainingUnclaimed horses had to be
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by their ownersScarlett didn’t believe for a minute that horses
couldn’t be bought before the race began, no matter what the rules
wereWhen they reached the race course, she asked Bart for the
number
of hisboxShe wanted, she said, to tidy up
As soon as he was gone she found a steward and got directions to the
officials’ office where the claiming would take placeShe hoped Bart
had put a whopping big price on DijonShe intended to buy her and
send her to him later when he was settled in England
“What do you mean Dijon’s already been claimed? That’s not
supposed to
happen until after the raceThe top-hatted official was careful not
to smile”You’re not the only one with foresight, madamIt must be
an American traitThe gentleman who put in the claim was American,
too
“It cannot be done, Mrs
“Suppose I bought Dijon from the Baronet before the race began?”
“Impossible I Scarlett felt desperateShe had to have that horse
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The men smiled wanly
“An’ listen,” Croft added, “if any trouble starts, the men that are sleeping are to git up goddam fast and move to help usIt’s only a couple of yards from our tents to Wilson’s machine gun, and it ain’t much further to mineIt shouldn’t be takin’ you all more than about three hours to reach us Again, a couple of men smiled”Okay, that’s about it,” Croft saidHe left them and walked over to his machine gun
He sat down on the edge of the hole and peered through the bushes at the riverThe jungle completely surrounded him, and, now that he was no longer active, he felt very weary and a little depressedTo counteract this mood, he began to feel the various objects in the holeThere were three boxes of belt ammunition and a row of seven grenades lined up neatly at the base of the machine gunAt his feet were a box of flares and a flare gunHe picked it up and broke open the breech quietly, loaded it, and cocked itThen he set it down beside him
A few shells murmured overhead and began to fallHe was a little surprised at how near they landed to the other side of the riverNot more than a few hundred yards away, the noise of their explosion was extremely loud; a few pieces of shrapnel lashed the leaves on the trees above himHe broke off a stalk from a plant and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly and reflectivelyHe guessed that the weapons platoon of A Company had fired, and he tried to determine which trail at the fork would lead to them in case he had to pull back his menNow he was patient and at ease; the danger of their position neutralized the anticipation for some combat he had felt earlier, and he was left cool and calm and very tired
The mortar shells were falling perhaps fifty yards in front of the platoon at his left, and Croft spat quietlyIt was too close to be merely harassing fire; someone had heard something in the jungle on the other side of the river or they would never have called for mortars so close to their own positionHis hand explored the hole again and discovered a field telephoneCroft picked up the receiver, listened quietlyIt was an open line, and probably confined to the platoons of A Compan

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either
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never been awayBut I couldn’t let it fuck up my
thinking; couldn’t even let it show in my voice,
or Ilse might think it was aimed at herI clamped
the phone between my ear and shoulderThen I
reached out and grasped the slim chrome neck of
the sink faucetI closed my fist around it
896
“This won’t take long, honBut you have to do it
Then you can go to sleep
Wireman sat perfectly still at the table, watching
meOutside, the surf hammered
“What kind of stove do you have, Miss Cookie?”
“GasGet the picture and throw it in the oven
Then close the door and turn the oven on
“No, Daddy!” Wide awake again, as shocked as when
I’d said fuck, if not more so”I love that
picture!”
“I know, honey, but it’s the picture that’s making
you feel the way you do I started to say
something else, then stoppedIf it was the sketch
- and it was, of course it was – then I wouldn’t
need to hammer it homeShe’d know as well as I
didInstead of speaking I throttled the faucet
back and forth, wishing with all my heart it was
the bitch-hag’s throat
“Daddy! Do you really think-”
“I don’t think, I knowGet the picture, IlseI’m
going to hold the phoneGet it and stick it in
the oven and burn it
There was a clunk as the phone went down
Wireman said, “Is she doing it?”
Before I could reply, there was a sna