sk.dreamcatcher-第118章
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'ALL；' she said； and managed a wan smile。 'Sounds like a laundry detergent； doesn't it？ It stands for acute lymphocytic leukemia。 He was diagnosed nine months ago； and by then curing him was no longer an option。 All we've been doing since then is fighting the clock。'
'Ennie！' Duddits exclaimed。 The old goofy smile illuminated his gray and tired face。 'Ay ih； iffun…nay！'
'That's right；' Henry said； and began to cry。 'Same shit； different day。'
'I know why you're here；' she said； 'but don't。 Please； Henry。
I'm begging you。 Don't take my boy away from me。 He's dying。'
9
Kurtz was about to ask Perlmutter for an update on Underhill and his new friend … Henry was the new friend's name； Henry Devlin … when Pearly let out a long； ululating scream； his face turned up to the roof of the Humvee。 Kurtz had helped a woman have a baby in Nicaragua （and they always call us the bad guys； he thought sentimentally）； and this scream reminded him of hers； heard on the shores of the beautiful La Juvena River。
'Hold on； Pearly！' Kurtz cried。 'Hold on； buck！ Deep breaths； now！'
'Fuck you！' Pearly screamed。 'Look what you got me into； you dirty cunt！ FUCK YOU！'
Kurtz did not hold this against him。 Women said terrible things in childbirth； and while Pearly was definitely one of the fellas； Kurtz had an idea that he was going through something as close to childbirth as any man had ever experienced。 He knew it might be wise to put Perlmutter out of his misery…
'You better not；' Pearly groaned。 Tears of pain were rolling down his red…bearded cheeks。 'You better not； you lizard…skin old fuck。'
'Don't you worry； laddie； Kurtz soothed； and patted Perlmutter's shivering shoulder。 From ahead of them came the steady clanking rumble of the plow Kurtz had persuaded to break trail for them （as gray light began to creep back into the world； their speed had risen to a giddy thirty…five miles an hour）。 The plow's taillights glowed like dirty red stars。
Kurtz leaned forward； looking at Perlmutter with bright…eyed interest。 It was very cold in the back seat of the Humvee because of the broken window； but for the moment Kurtz didn't notice this。 The front of Pearly's coat was swelling outward like a balloon； and Kurtz once more drew his nine…millimeter；
'Boss； if he pops…'
Before Freddy could finish； Perlmutter produced a deafening fart。 The stench was immediate and enormous； but Pearly appeared not to notice。 His head lolled back against the seat； his eyes half…lidded； his expression one of sublime relief
'Oh my fuckin GRANDMOTHER！' Freddy cried； and cranked his window all the way down despite the draft already coursing through the vehicle。
Fascinated； Kurtz watched Perlmutter's distended belly deflate。 Not yet； then。 Not yet and probably just as well。 It was possible that the thing growing inside Perlmutter's works might e in handy。 Not likely； but possible。 All things served the Lord； said the Scripture； and that might include the shit…weasels。
'Hold on； soldier；' Kurtz said； patting Pearly's shoulder with one hand and putting the nine on the seat beside him with the other。 'You just hold on and think about the Lord。'
'Fuck the Lord；' Perlmutter said sullenly； and Kurtz was mildly amazed。 He never would have dreamed Perlmutter could have so much profanity in him。
Ahead of them； the plow's taillights flashed bright and pulled over to the right side of the road。
'Oh…oh；' Kurtz said。
'What should I do； boss？'
'Pull right in behind him；' Kurtz said。 He spoke cheerfully； but picked the nine…millimeter up off the seat again。 'We'll see what our new friend wants。' Although he believed he knew。 'Freddy； what do you hear from our old friends？ Are you picking them up？'
Very reluctantly； Freddy said； 'Only Owen。 Not the guy with him or the guys they're chasing。 Owen's off the road。 In a house。 Talking with someone。'
'A house in Derry？'
'Yeah。'
And here came the plow's driver； striding through the snow in great green gumrubber boots and a hooded parka fit for an Eskimo。 Wrapped around the lower part of his face was a vast woolen muffler； its ends flying out behind him in the wind； and Kurtz didn't have to be telepathic to know the man's wife or mother had made it for him。
The plowman leaned in the window and wrinkled his nose at the lingering aroma of sulfur and ethyl alcohol。 He looked doubtfully at Freddy； at the only…half…conscious Perlmutter； then at Kurtz in the back seat； who was leaning forward and looking at him with bright…eyed interest。 Kurtz thought it prudent to hold his weapon beneath his left knee； at least for the time being。
'Yes； Cap'n？' Kurtz asked。
'I've had a radio message from a fella says his name is Randall。' The plowman raised his voice to be heard over the wind。 His accent was pure downeast Yankee。 'Gen'rul Randall。 Claimed to be talkin to me by satellite relay straight from Cheyenne Mountain in Wyomin。'
'Name means nothing to me； Cap；' Kurtz said in the same bright tone … absolutely ignoring Perlmutter； who groaned 'You lie； you lie； you lie。'
The plow driver's eyes flicked to him； then returned to Kurtz。 'Fella gave me a code phrase。 Blue exit。 Mean anything to you？'
〃'The name is Bond； James Bond；〃' Kurtz said； and laughed。 'Someone's pulling your leg； Cap。'
'Said to tell you that your part of the mission's over and your country thanks you。'
'Did they mention anything about a gold watch； laddie…buck？' Kurtz asked； eyes sparkling。
The plowman licked his lips。 It was interesting； Kurtz thought。 He could see the exact moment the plowman decided he was dealing with a lunatic。 The exact moment。
'Don't know nawthin bout no gold watch。 Just wanted to tell you I can't take you any further。 Not without authorization； that is。'
Kurtz produced the nine from where it had been hiding under his knee and pointed it into the plowman's face。 'Here's your authorization； buck； all signed and filed in triplicate。 Will it suit？' The plowman looked at the gun with his long Yankee eyes。 He did not look particularly afraid。 'Ayuh； that looks to be in order。' Kurtz laughed。 'Good man！ Very good man！ Now let's get going。 And you want to speed it up a little； God love you。 There's someone in Derry I have to' Kurtz searched for le mot juste； and found it 'to debrief'
Perlmutter half…groaned； half…laughed。 The plowman glanced at him。
'Don't mind him； he's pregnant；' Kurtz said in a confiding tone。 'Next thing you know； he'll be yelling for oysters and dill pickles。'
'Pregnant；' the plowman echoed。 His voice was perfectly flat。
'Yes； but never mind that。 Not your problem。 The thing is； buck' … Kurtz leaned forward； speaking warmly and confidentially over the barrel of his nine…millimeter … 'this fellow I have to catch is in Derry now。 I expect he'll be back on the road again before too long； I'd guess he must know I'm ing for his ass…'
'He knows； all right；' Freddy Johnson said。 He scratched the side of his neck； then dropped his hand into his crotch and scratched there。
'…but in the meantime；' Kurtz continued； 'I think I can make up some ground。 Now do you want to put your elderly ass in gear； or what？'
The plowman nodded and went walking back to the cab of his plow。 The light was brighter now。 This light very likely belongs to the last day of my life； Kurtz thought with mild wonder。
Perlmutter began uttering a low sound of pain。 It growled along for a bit； then rose to a scream。 Perlmutter clutched his stomach again。
'Jesus；' Freddy said。 'Lookit his gut； boss。 Rising like a loaf of bread。'
'Deep breaths；' Kurtz said； and patted Pearly's shoulder with a benevolent hand。 Ahead of them； the plow had begun to move again。 'Deep breaths； laddie。 Relax。 You just relax and think good thoughts。'
10
Forty miles to Derry。 Forty miles between me and Owen； Kurtz thought。 Not bad at all。 I'm ing for you； buck。 Need to take you to school。 Teach you what you forgot about crossing the Kurtz Line。
Twenty miles later and they were still there … this according to both Freddy and Perlmutter； although Freddy seemed less sure of himself now。 Pearly； however；
