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〃You tell 'em Garraty！〃 someone else yelled； and it was Barkovitch； grinning like a mouthful of tenpenny nails and shaking both of his fists at the State Troopers。 〃You tell…〃
But they were all screaming now； and the Troopers were not handpicked Long Walk soldiers fresh off the National Squads。 Their faces were red and embarrassed； but all the same they were hustling Dom and his double handfuls of cool pink grins away from the sidelines at double time。
Dom either lost his English or gave it up。 He began to yell fruity Italian curses。 The crowd booed the State Troopers。 A woman in a floppy straw sunhat threw a transistor radio at one of them。 It hit him in the head and knocked off his cap。 Garraty felt sorry for the Trooper but continued to scream curses。 He couldn't seem to help it。 That word 〃whoresons； 〃 he hadn't thought anybody ever used a word like that outside of books。
Just as it seemed that Dom L'Antio would be removed from their view for good； the little Italian slipped free and dashed back toward them； the crowd parting magically for him and closing…or trying to…against the police。 One of the Troopers threw a flying tackle at him； caught him around the knees； and spilled him forward。 At the last instant of balance Dom let his beautiful pink grins fly in a wideswinging throw。
〃DOM L'ANTIO LOVES YOU ALL！〃 he cried。
The crowd cheered hysterically。 Dom landed headfirst in the dirt； and his hands were cuffed behind him in a trice。 The watermelon slices arced and pinwheeled through the bright air； and Garraty laughed aloud and raised both hands to the sky and shook his fists triumphantly as he saw Abraham catch one with nonchalant deftness。
Others were third…warned for stopping to pick up chunks of watermelon； but amazingly； no one was shot and fiveno； six； Garraty sawof the boys had ended up with watermelon。 The rest of them alternately cheered those who had managed to get some of it； or cursed the wooden…faced soldiers； whose expressions were now satisfyingly interpreted to hold subtle chagrin。
〃I love everybody！〃 Abraham bellowed。 His grinning face was streaked with pink watermelon juice。 He spat three brown seeds into the air。
〃Goddam； 〃 Collie Parker said happily。 〃I'm goddamned； goddam if I ain't。
He drove his face into the watermelon； gobbled hungrily； then busted his piece in two。 He threw half of it over to Garraty； who almost fumbled it in his surprise。 〃There ya go； hicksville！〃 Collie shouted。 〃Don't say I never gave ya nothin'； ya goddam rube！〃
Garraty laughed。 〃Go fuck yourself；〃 he said。 The watermelon was cold； cold。 Some of the juice got up his nose； some more ran down his chin； and oh sweet heaven in his throat； running down his throat。
He only let himself eat half。 〃Pete！〃 he shouted； and tossed the remaining chunk to him。
McVries caught it with a flashy backhand； showing the sort of stuff that makes college shortstops and； maybe； major league ballplayers。 He grinned at Garraty and ate the melon。
Garraty looked around and felt a crazy joy breaking through him； pumping at his heart； making him want to run around in circles on his hands。 Almost everyone had gotten a scrap of the melon； even if it was no more than a scrap of the pink meat clinging to a seed。
Stebbins； as usual； was the exception。 He was looking at the road。 There was nothing in his hands； no smile on his face。
Screw him； Garraty thought。 But a little of the joy went out of him nevertheless。 His feet felt heavy again。 He knew that it wasn't that Stebbins hadn't gotten any。 Or that Stebbins didn't want any。 Stebbins didn't need any。
2：30 PM。 They had walked a hundred and twenty…one miles。 The thunderheads drifted closer。 A cool breeze sprang up； chill against Garraty's hot skin。 It's going to rain again； he thought。 Good。
The people at the sides of the road were rolling up blankets； catching flying bits of paper； reloading their picnic baskets。 The storm came flying lazily at them； and all at once the temperature plummeted and it felt like autumn。 Garraty buttoned his shirt quickly。
〃Here it es again；〃 he told Scramm。 〃Better get your shirt on。〃
〃Are you kidding？〃 Scramm grinned。 〃This is the besd I've feld all day！〃
〃It's gonna be a boomer！〃 Parker yelled gleefully。
They were on top of a gradually slanting plateau； and they could see the curtain of rain beating across the woods toward them below the purple thunderheads。 Directly above them the sky had gone a sick yellow。 A tornado sky； Garraty thought。 Wouldn't that be the living end。 What would they do if a tornado just came tearing ass down the road and carried them all off to Oz in a whirling cloud of dirt； flapping shoeleather； and whirling watermelon seeds？
He laughed。 The wind ripped the laugh out of his mouth。
〃McVries！〃
McVries angled to meet him。 He was bent into the wind； his clothes plastered against his body and streaming out behind him。 The black hair and the white scar etched against his tanned face made him look like a weathered； slightly mad sea captain astride the bridge of his ship。
〃What？〃 he bellowed。
〃Is there a provision in the rules for an act of God？〃
McVries considered。 〃No； I don't think so。〃 He began buttoning his jacket。
〃What happens if we get struck by lightning？〃
McVries threw back his head and cackled。 〃We'll be dead！〃
Garraty snorted and walked away。 Some of the others were looking up into the sky anxiously。 This was going to be no little shower； the kind that had cooled them off after yesterday's heat。 What had Parker said？ A boomer。 Yes； it certainly was going to be a boomer。
A baseball cap went cartwheeling between his legs； and Garraty looked over his shoulder and saw a small boy looking after it longingly。 Scramm grabbed it and tried to scale it back to the kid； but the wind took it in a big boomerang arc and it wound up in a wildly lashing tree。
Thunder whacked。 A white…purple tine of lightning jabbed the horizon。 The forting sough of the wind in the pines had bee a hundred mad ghosts； flapping and hooting。
The guns cracked； a small popgun sound almost lost in the thunder and the wind。 Garraty jerked his head around； the premonition that Olson had finally bought his bullet strong upon him。 But Olson was still there； his flapping clothes revealing how amazingly fast the weight had melted off him。 Olson had lost his jacket somewhere； the arms that poked out of his short shirtsleeves were bony and as thin as pencils。
It was somebody else who was being dragged off。 The face was small and exhausted and very dead beneath the whipping mane of his hair。
〃If it was a tailwind we could be in Oldtown by four…thirty！〃 Barkovitch said gleefully。 He had his rainhat jammed down over his ears； and his sharp face was joyful and demented。 Garraty suddenly understood。 He reminded himself to tell McVries。 Barkovitch was crazy。
A few minutes later the wind suddenly dropped off。 The thunder faded to a series of thick mutters。 The heat sucked back at them； clammy and nearly unbearable after the cushy coolness of the wind。
〃What happened to it？〃 Collie Parker brayed。 〃Garraty！ Does this goddam state punk out on its rainstorms； too？〃
〃I think you'll get what you w