jg.paintedhouse-第63章
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as moving faster。 Debris…driftwood and logs and even a green branch or twofloated atop the water。
Our gauge was still standing； but barely。 Just a few inches remained above the water。 Pappy had to get his boots wet to retrieve the stick。 He pulled it up； examined it as if it had done something wrong； and said； almost to himself； 〃Up 'bout ten inches in twenty…four hours。〃 He squatted and tapped the stick on a rock。 Watching him； I became aware of the noise of the river。 It wasn't loud； but the water was rushing by and streaming over the gravel bars and against the bridge piers。 The current splashed through the thick shrubs hanging over the banks and pecked away at the roots of a nearby willow tree。 It was a menacing noise。 One I'd never heard。
Pappy was hearing it all too well。 With the stick he pointed at the bend in the river； far to the right； and said； 〃It'll get the Latchers first。 They're on low ground。〃
〃When？〃 I asked。
〃Depends on the rain。 If it stops； then it might not flood at all。 Keeps rainin' though； and it'll be over the banks in a week。〃
〃When's the last time it flooded？〃
〃Three years ago； but that was in the spring。 Last fall flood was a long time ago。〃
I had plenty of questions about floods； but it was not a subject Pappy liked to dwell on。 We studied the river for a while； and listened to it； then we walked back to the truck and drove home。
〃Let's go to Siler's Creek；〃 he said。 The field roads were too muddy for the truck； so Pappy fired up the John Deere； and we pulled out of the farmyard with most of the Spruills and all of the Mexicans watching us with great curiosity。 The tractor was never operated on Sunday。 Surely Eli Chandler was not about to work on the Sabbath。
The creek had been transformed。 Gone were the clear waters where Tally liked to bathe。 Gone were the cool little rivulets running around rocks and logs。 Instead the creek was much wider and filled with muddy water rushing to the St。 Francis； half a mile away。 We got off the tractor and walked to the bank。 〃This is where our floods e from；〃 Pappy said。 〃Not the St。 Francis。 The ground's lower here； and when the creek runs over； it heads straight for our fields。〃
The water was at least ten feet below us； still safely contained in the ravine that had been cut through our farm decades earlier。 It seemed impossible that the creek could ever rise high enough to escape。
〃You think it'll flood； Pappy？〃 I asked。
He thought long and hard； or maybe he wasn't thinking at all。 He watched the creek and finally said； with no conviction whatsoever； 〃No。 We'll be fine。〃
There was thunder to the west。
I walked into the kitchen early Monday morning； and Pappy was at the table； drinking coffee； fiddling with the radio。 He was trying to pick up a station in Little Rock to check on the weather。 Gran was at the stove； frying bacon。 The house was cold； but the heat and smell from the skillet warmed things considerably。 My father handed me an old flannel coat； a hand…me…down from Ricky； and I reluctantly put it on。
〃We pickin' today； Pappy？〃 I asked。
〃We'll know directly；〃 he said； without taking his eyes off the radio。
〃Did it rain last night？〃 I asked Gran； who had leaned over to kiss my forehead。
〃All night long；〃 she said。 〃Now go fetch some eggs。〃
I followed my father out of the house； down the back steps； until I saw something that stopped me cold。 The sun was barely up； but there was plenty of light。 There was no mistake in what I was seeing。
I pointed and managed to say only； 〃Look。〃
My father was ten steps away； heading for the chicken coops。 〃What is it； Luke？〃 he asked。
In the spot under the oak tree where Pappy had parked his truck every day of my life； the ruts were bare。 The truck was gone。
〃The truck；〃 I said。
My father walked slowly to my side； and for a long time we stared at the parking spot。 The truck had always been there； forever； like one of the oaks or one of the sheds。 We saw it every day； but we didn't notice it because it was always there。
Without a word； he turned and walked up the back steps； across the porch； and into the kitchen。 〃Any reason why the truck would be gone？〃 he asked Pappy； who was trying desperately to hear a scratchy report from some faraway place。 Gran froze and cocked her head sideways as if she needed the question repeated。 Pappy turned the radio off。 〃Say what？〃 he said。
〃The truck's gone；〃 my father said。
Pappy looked at Gran； who looked at my father。 They all looked at me as if I'd once again done something wrong。 About this time my mother entered the kitchen； and the entire family marched single file out of the house and right up to the muddy ruts where the truck should've been。
We searched the farm； as if the truck could have somehow moved itself to another location。
〃I left it right here；〃 Pappy said in disbelief。 Of course he'd left it right there。 The truck had never been left overnight anywhere else on the farm。
In the distance Mr。 Spruill yelled； 〃Tally！〃
〃Somebody took our truck；〃 Gran said； barely audible。
〃Where was the key？〃 my father asked。
〃By the radio； same as always；〃 Pappy said。 There was a small pewter bowl at the end of the kitchen table； next to the radio； and the truck key was always left there。 My father went to inspect the bowl。 He returned promptly and said； 〃The key's gone。〃
〃Tally！〃 Mr。 Spruill yelled again； louder。 There was a flurry of activity in and around the Spruills' camp。 Mrs。 Spruill emerged and began walking quickly toward our front porch。 When she saw us standing beside the house； gawking at the empty parking space； she ran over and said； 〃Tally's gone。 We can't find her nowhere。〃
The other Spruills were soon behind her； and before long the two families were looking at each other。 My father explained that our truck was missing。 Mr。 Spruill explained that his daughter was missing。
〃Can she drive a truck？〃 Pappy asked。
〃No； she can't；〃 Mrs。 Spruill said； and this plicated matters。
There was silence for a moment as everybody pondered the situation。
〃You don't suppose Hank could've e back and got it； do you？〃 Pappy asked。
〃Hank wouldn't steal your truck；〃 Mr。 Spruill said with a mix of anger and confusion。 At that moment almost anything seemed both likely and impossible。
〃Hank's home by now；〃 Mrs。 Spruill said。 She was on the verge of tears。
I wanted to scream； 〃Hank's dead！〃 and then run into the house and hide under a bed。 Those poor people didn't know their son would never make it home。 This secret was being too heavy to carry alone。 I took a step behind my mother。
She leaned close to my father and whispered； 〃Better go check on Cowboy。〃 Because I had told her about Tally and Cowboy； my mother was ahead of the rest of them。
My father thought for a second； then looked in the direction of the barn。 So did Pappy； Gran； and finally the rest of the group。
Miguel was slowly making his way to us； taking his time； leaving tracks in the wet grass。 His dirty straw hat was in his hand； and he walked in such a way that made me think that he had no desire to do whatever he was about to do。
〃Mornin'； Miguel；〃 Pappy said； as if the day was off to the same old beginning。
〃Senor；〃 he said； nodding。
〃Is there a problem？〃 Pappy asked。
〃Si； senor。 A little problem。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Cowboy is gone。 I think he sneaked away in the night。〃
〃Must be contagious；〃 Pappy mumbled； then spat into the grass。 It took a few seconds for the Spruills to add things together。 At first Tally's disappearance had nothing to do with Cowboy's； at least to them。 Evidently they knew nothing about the couple's secret little romance。 The Chandlers figured things out long before the Spruills； but then we had the benefit of my inside knowledge。
Reality slowly settled in。
〃You think he took her？〃 Mr。 Spruill said； almost in panic。 Mrs。 Spruill was sniffling now； trying to hold back her tears。
〃I don't know what to think；〃 Pappy said。 He was much more concerned with his pickup than with the whereabouts of Tally and Cowboy。
〃Did Cowboy take his things with him？〃 my father asked Miguel。
〃Si； senor。〃
〃Did Tall
