a little rise in the dark, I wound up swimming.â
The men laughed. Isaac Reader, Neal Box, Wayne Simpson, Dub Hinkley, and Mike Parsons all loved a good hunting story, and none of them ever let the facts get in the way of telling it.
âShoot, I know that trail like I know the back of my hand, and Iâm a tellinâ you, the water is cominâ up so fast in them sloughs that you can watch it eat up the ground. I had to dog paddle back to the rise and Jimmy Foxx hauled me in like a big old gar. It wonât be long before the creek gets out of the banks.â
Mike Parsons leaned forward to speak. He always leaned into a conversation. âItâs fillinâ up faster than they want. Thereâs a steady stream of heavy equipment coming up out of the bottoms. They ainât even finished with burning up all the trees, but if they donât get their rigs out pretty soon, theyâll be underwater the way itâs cominâ down.â
âI came over a while ago,â Ned said. With the completion of the dam, there were now two ways to get to Center Springs off the highway running between Chisum and Hugo, in Oklahoma. The original two-lane road came from Arthur City, and now the cutoff across the dam originated in Powderly, about two miles south of the Texas/Oklahoma border. âAll the fires are out and there ainât but a couple of draglines left. Theyâre having to pull one out with a bulldozer.â
âYep, theyâve beat the ground up so much thatâs itâs boggy from all this rain.â Dub rubbed his three-day old whiskers. âThe creekâs up seven or eight feet, which ainât much down there in that big hole, but itâll be a sight deeper if it donât clear off soon.â
âListen. Listen. They say itâs gonna rain for another week, at least.â Isaac Reader cleaned under his fingernails with a pocket knife. It always made Ned nervous to watch him do that, because Ikeâs knives were sharp enough to shave with, and the jerky little farmer seemed to work way too deep under his nails.
Mike Parsons crossed his arms. âHell, Ike, they donât know for sure. I can guess as good as the weatherman can.â
âSo what do you think, then?â
Mike scratched his head. âI think itâs gonna rain for another week.â
More laughter. A dented Pontiac Catalina came down the road from the dam and slowed at the stop sign, then accelerated across the highway and into Oak Petersonâs drive. Ned hadnât yet become accustomed to so many strange cars coming through Center Springs. âYâall know who that is?â
Jimmy Fox squinted past Ike. âThatâs John T. West.â He resumed his position. âMost folks donât have any use for him.â
âI donât neither.â Ned said. âHe runs with a couple of other noâcounts.â
Ty Cobb bit his bottom lip, thinking. âYeah, Iâve always thought it was him and Marty Smallwood who was settinâ fire to hay barns a few years back.â
Martyâs name caught Nedâs attention. âThatâs right.â He stood. âYou know, I need to go. See yâall later.â
He dropped heavily into the front seat of his car, slamming the door against the rain and rubbing his tingling scar for a minute. He slowly drove through the puddles in front of the domino hall and across the oil road between it and Oakâs store.
He parked alongside John T.âs car and studied the undented front end for a moment before going inside. Unlike Neal Boxâs store, Oakâs business seemed like a dungeon even on sunny days. Where Neal had three large double-hung windows on both sides of the frame building, Oak only had two thin, horizontal windows on the east side, up near the ceiling hanging thick with farm implements. The worn wooden floor sagged in places, and many of the dry goods on the shelves had been there
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