"Lee, Rachel - Lost Warriors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Rachel)Cal Simi mons, the two EMTs, emergency medical technicians, on
Lost Warriors duty. They were keeping busy drinking pop and polishing the wax on the ambulance. A good day to go fishing down by the creek or walking along some backcountry road. Maybe he could coax Marge into it, Nate thought as he stepped into the cool office. Not that Marge seemed to want to do a whole lot lately, he admitted Maybe it was getting on high time he asked her if something was wrong. The coffeemaker stood on a file cabinet beside Yuma's desk. It was reasonably clean; a man didn't have to be reluctant to touch it to fi. c a pot. It hadn't always been that way around Yuma, Nate recalled with a slight shake of his head. Not always. Just as the coffee was finishing up, Yuma stepped into the office, wiping his hands on a rag. He was a tall, rangy man with a ravaged face and a limp he couldn't always conceal. Looking at Yuma, a man knew he was looking at someone who had an intimate acquaintance with hell. His hair was still dark, though, and he'd filled out some in the past few years, and his color was healthy as a man's ought to be, Nate thought. Yuma was on the mend physiy , q p call at least. Well, mentally, too, or he wouldn't be iloting the county's Medevac chopper. Yuma scrubbed up quickly in the men's room and then joined Nate for a fresh cup of coffee at the desk. Putting his feet up, he gave Nate a faint, cockeyed smile. " " Just don't tell me the budget's been cut. We're on a shoestring already. " Nate shook his head. "Nothing so terrible. At least, not yet." Yuma wasn't fooled. For Sheriff Nathan Tate to come out here in the middle of the day, during duty hours, meant he was here on business. Obviously it wasn't an emergency, but it was important or Nate would have picked up the telephone When the radio on his hip squawked, Nate turned it down. No interruptions. Yuma tensed inwardly, knowing somehow that he wasn't going to like this at all. "There's been some theft at some of the outlying ranches," Nate said. "More than the usual stuff, I'm afraid. And folks are blaming your friends up in the hills. " , Yuma's " friends up in the hills" were homeless Vietnam veterans, men who had been unable to readapt to society and a normal way of life. Until a few years ago, Yuma had been one of them. Now, recovering, he did whatever he could to help them out. "Nate, damn it, you know-" |
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