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Tourniquet
With Mrs Ross’s help, I have fivearea and I stand on the porch, nervously looking up at the cliffs that glohite against the scarlet sky It’s then I reot to ask Boodean where Drake Trustler’s body is It shouldn’t be alone I don’t want it to be alone, but there’s no time to think about that now
The aain, followed in the distance by the wail of a siren Boodean and Reverend Miller ju wound here! Awful !" Boodean shouts as they carry in one of the cook’s crew, a copper-haired fellow I’ve seen in the kitchen
"Hang in there, Rusty!" the Reverend pleads "The Lord is with you" Then turning to me he whispers, "He was run over by one of the CCC trucks Driver backed right over hi hi in the smoke and confusion"
Boodean’s face is white and the Reverend’s ash gray, and I instantly see hen I get a look at the injury The foot at the end of Rusty’s leg is turned inward at a ninety-degree angle Bones protrude through the torn flesh, the toes arefrom a major artery in the ankle
"Tourniquet," I command, and when no one responds I pull on Snake’s pants "Your belt! Your belt! We’ll use it for a tourniquet" I’m sure my eyes are wild I haven’t seen this much blood since Patience abrupted, and if we don’t stop it soon the man will expire Mrs Ross covers her face and runs from the rooets louder, and I realize where I’ve heard it before It’s Sheriff Hardman from Liberty
Doors to the squad car slam and several people enter the infir the belt, trying to put pressure on the boy’s leg just above where the torn flesh begins As hard as I pull the belt, the bleeding doesn’t slow
"Prepare for surgery," a familiar voice says It’s Dr Bluht fro Around nine PM, a violent rainstorm moves in, which dampens the flames, but the thunder is so loud and close to the ca jabs the still-s the caoes out
"Shit!" curses Blu the poill coicaltable The power doesn’t come back on
Snake has to hobble out into the storm on his crutch to look for a kerosene lantern, but it takes at least fivelike a drowned rat Meanwhile, I have both gloved hands deep in Rusty’s torn flesh, trying to reduce the open fracture and Sheriff Hardot you here when I did, Doc"
"Praise the Lord!" That’s the pastor, who helps Snake through the door, grabs the Colehts it