Norton, Andre - Novel 15
“ An impatient shake brought Ritchie out of a horrible dream. He hunched up. The Sergeant had already turned away.
“Up 'n out." Tuttle slid, as easily as a black-tailed rattler, over the barricade. “Diego's fool dog may have done some barkin' in the night, son, but he ain't hangin' 'round now. Leastwise thar's no sign. We can hit the trail 'fore the sun starts broilin'." Breakfast was enough hardtack to make two good bites. But Ritchie chewed it in a mouth... so dry that he could hardly make an impression on the flinty flakes of the stuff. He eyed his canteen longingly.
But until they found a real spring he knew better than to indulge that longing.
"The wounded hero on his way home from the wars!" Sturgis' voice was not what it had been, but his mind was clear enough. He lay half-propped against the blanket and saddle support they had built behind him the night before. Rags of a blue shirt made a cumbersome bandage roll about the upper half of his chest, and his hand trailed limply across his thighs.MoreLess
“Up 'n out." Tuttle slid, as easily as a black-tailed rattler, over the barricade. “Diego's fool dog may have done some barkin' in the night, son, but he ain't hangin' 'round now. Leastwise thar's no sign. We can hit the trail 'fore the sun starts broilin'." Breakfast was enough hardtack to make two good bites. But Ritchie chewed it in a mouth... so dry that he could hardly make an impression on the flinty flakes of the stuff. He eyed his canteen longingly.
But until they found a real spring he knew better than to indulge that longing.
"The wounded hero on his way home from the wars!" Sturgis' voice was not what it had been, but his mind was clear enough. He lay half-propped against the blanket and saddle support they had built behind him the night before. Rags of a blue shirt made a cumbersome bandage roll about the upper half of his chest, and his hand trailed limply across his thighs.MoreLess
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