coming closer . And theyâre not just cop sirens.
âThereâre fire trucks up there,â Benji said. âAnd ambulances. The ones the city got last year, I think?â
He was right. The RustRocket rounded the bend and the road ahead was filled with motion and light; police cruisers and fire trucks and ambulances formed a barricade that blocked the road.
âOh, Gaaaawd,â Zeeko moaned.
âZeek, dear, please donât you dare throw up in my car.â
âNo, you guys, I actually think weâre okay,â Benji said. âEllie, just slow down a little.â She glanced over. âYouâre speeding.â
She replied with a look that said, Right, because obviouslygetting a ticket is the hugest of our concerns right now.
Parallel lines of safety flares hissed along the sides of the road. As the Rocket approached the barricade, Benji counted a half-dozen police cars, and a pair each of fire trucks and ambulances.
The emergency responders didnât even pay attention to the Rocketâs arrival: All the firemen and deputies were running toward something in the forest to the left, though Benji couldnât see what.
âHoly Jesus, this isnât for us,â Ellie said shakily over the wail of the sirens. She brought the Rocket to a stop at the sawhorses that formed the barricade.
Benjiâs eyes adjusted to the beachhead of light. He spotted a break in the treeline on the roadside to the left, and he realized the emergency workers hadnât actually been running into the forest. The break was the entrance road to Deedanâs Eden, an organic dairy farm run by a hippie-ish guy. Everyone at school sort of suspected he also grew organic marijuana. Maybe this was a police raid?
Ellie gasped. âIs that a plane crash ?â
Benjiâs stomach jolted. Ellie was right: A small, single-propeller plane had crashed down there in the middle of the farmâs pasture. He could see the trail the unplanned touchdown had ripped into the soil, an erratic line punctuated by mangled metal and pools of fire. The cockpit seemed mostly intact, though it looked like a wing had been torn off. A dozen first responders swarmed around the plane, so he couldnât get a clear view.
âWhatâre they saying?â Ellie said, mostly to herself. She tried to hand-crank her window down but it got stuck. She got out of the Rocket; Benji did the same. Over the sirens, they could hear overlapping shouts from the field.
ââstretcher, bringâ â
â âno goodâ â
â âblood, Dorinda, get those gloves!â â
Two medics lifted a figure out of the wreckage and onto a stretcher that they loaded into the ambulance. A moment later, the ambulanceâs flashers ignited (âIn the trade, we call flashers âgumballs,ââ Papaw had once said). Siren keening, the ambulance peeled out toward Bedford Falls.
âYour grandpa, Benji,â Ellie said, hurrying back to the Rocket.
Papawâs familiar silhouette strode out of all the lights, hands on his hips. He was speaking with this sweet deputy named Wally, who always let Benji eat the Peanut M&Mâs he kept on his desk at the station. Before Benji could get back into the Rocket, Papaw spotted him.
âBenjamin?â he said, walking toward him. Because of the blockadeâs backlight, Benji couldnât see Papawâs face, but he didnât sound super thrilled. âWhat exactly in the hellâre you doinâ out here?â
âHi, Sheriff!â This from Ellie, who abandoned her attempt to vanish into the Rocket and stepped out from behind Benji.
Papaw looked surprised to see her. Heâd always liked Ellie. The first time he met her, when Benji was in middle school, sheâd complimented him on the six-shooter he carried in his gunbelt, telling him that .357s were her favorite, too.
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