"Lee, Rachel - Lost Warriors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Rachel)Nate interrupted. "Calm down, son, and just listen. For some time now folks
have thought those vets were responsible for the occasional missing item. Clothing, meat, ' sometimes a sickly steer. And most of the time folks turned a blind eye. We got good, charitable folks in these parts, Yuma, and you know it as well as anyone. " Yuma nodded. "Some are. Yeah." " " As long as the things that turned up missing were something those guys really needed, most folks just chalked it up to neighborly charity. Hell, son, you've carried the Christmas and Thanksgiving baskets from the churches up to those men yourself. " Again Yuma nodded. No point telling Nate just how galling that charity could be, because unless you'd ever been forced to accept charity, you had no idea what it did to your pride. Yes, he'd carried the baskets up there, baskets full of smoked turkey and canned goods, candy and blankets. The local folks meant well, and like most Westerners, they didn't scorn veterans, even sick ones. ; "Anyhow," Nate said, taking a hefty swig of hot coffee, "something's changed. I'm not saying it's your friends. To ' tell you the truth, I don't really think it's them at all. But lately some valuables have turned up missing at a few of the outlying ranches. Some high-quality hunting rifles. Tools. folks are starting to point at the guys in the hills. " Yuma regarded Nate grimly. "I can't do a damn thing about what folks think." "No, but you can talk to your friends, warn 'em, suggest they keep a low profile." "If folks are going to point the finger at those guys, I doubt there's a damn thing they can do about it." "Just warn 'em, Yuma," Nate said harshly. "Warn 'em. I'll do my damnedest to head the trouble off at the pass, but they can damn well disappear deeper into the woods until I get a handle on it." Yuma didn't move a muscle for the longest time. When he spoke, he sounded bitter. "You know, most of those guys collect a VA disability check every single month. It goes automatically into a bank account they never touch because they can't make themselves come out of the woods. Most of 'em could come out of those hills tomorrow and buy every one of the things that's been stolen. They got no interest in that crap, Nate. None. They don't care about money. They care about being left alone, because it hurts too damn much to be around other folks. It hurts like being skinned and having nothing but bare nerve endings all over you. I seriously doubt they're responsible for any of the thefts, including clothes and food. Those men are |
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