XV

Часть 9
[ Часть 9. Глава 16. ]

“Medic! ” The cry came again, rawer this time. Mutt crawled toward it, tommy gun at the ready; no telling what the tall corn might hide.

But only Lucille Potter crouched by Freddie Laplace when Daniels reached him. She was gently getting him to take his bloodstained hands off his calf. “Oh… goodness, Freddie, ” Mutt said, inhibited in his choice of language by Lucille’s presence. He hurt not only for Laplace but for the squad; the little guy was-had been-far and away their best point man.

“Give me a hand, Mutt, if you please, ” Lucille Potter said. The place where the shell fragment had gone in was a small, neat hole. The exit wound-Mutt gulped. He’d seen worse, but this one’ wasn’t pretty. It looked as if somebody had dug into the back of Laplace’s leg with a sharp edged serving spoon and taken out enough meat to feed a man a pretty good dinner. Lucille was already cutting away the trouser leg so she could work on the wound.

“Careful with that scissors, ” Laplace said. “You don’t want to slice me any worse than I am already. ” Mutt nodded to himself; if that was what Freddie was worrying about, he didn’t know how bad he’d been hit.

“I’ll be careful, ” Lucille answered gently. “We’re going to have to get you back to an aid station after Mutt and I bandage you up. ”

“Sorry, Sarge, ” Laplace said, still eerily composed. “I don’t think I can walk that far. ”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. ” Mutt was wondering whether Laplace would keep that leg, not about his walking on it. “We’ll get you there. You just want to hold still now while Miss Lucille patches you up. ”

“I’ll try, Sarge. It-hurts. ” Freddie was doing his best to be a good Scout, but it didn’t sound easy any more. After a while, the numbness that often came with a wound wore off, and then you started to realize what had happened to you. That wasn’t any fun at all.

Lucille dusted the wound with sulfa powder, then folded the skin over it as best she could. “Too big and ragged to sew up, ” she murmured to Mutt. “Just lucky it didn’t smash the bones up, too. He may walk on it again one of these days. ” She packed gauze into the hole and put more gauze and tape over it. Then she pointed back toward one of the windmills outside of Danforth. It had a big new Red Cross banner hanging from it “Let’s get him over there. ”

“Right you are. ” Mutt stooped with Lucille Potter and got Laplace upright, with one of his arms draped over each of their shoulders. They hauled him along toward the windmill. “Musta been Dutch settled around these parts, ” Mutt mused. “Not many other folks use those things. ”

“That’s true, but I couldn’t tell you for certain, ” Lucille said. “We’re too far upstate for me to know much about the people hereabouts. ”

“You know more’n I do, ” Daniels said. Freddie Laplace didn’t stick his two cents’ worth in. He hung limply in the grasp of the pair who carried him, his head down on his chest. If he was out, it probably counted as a mercy.

“Oh, God, another one, ” an unshaven medic with a grimy Red Cross armband said when they hauled Freddie into the makeshift aid station in the room at the bottom of the windmill. “We just got Captain Maczek in here-he took one in the chest. ”

“Shit, ” Lucille Potter said crisply, which was exactly what Mutt was thinking. The word made his jaw drop just the same.

The medic stared at her, too. She stared back until he lowered his eyes and took charge of Laplace, saying, “We’ll patch him up the best way we know how. Looks like you did good emergency work on him. ” He knuckled his eyes, yawned enormously. “Jesus, I’m tired. Other thing we’ve got to worry about is getting out of here in case we’re overrun. We’ve been falling back a lot lately. ”

Mutt almost gave him a hot answer-anybody who bitched about the job the Army was doing could go to hell as far as he was concerned. But the medic had a real worry there, because they probably would have to retreat farther. And medic wasn’t exactly a cushy job, either, the Lizards honored the Red Cross most of the time, but not always-and even it they meant to honor it, their weapons weren’t perfect, either.

So, sighing, he tramped away from the windmill and back toward his squad. Lucille Potter followed him. She said, “With the captain down, Mutt, they’re liable to give you a platoon and turn you into a lieutenant. ”

“Yeah, maybe, ” he said. “If they don’t reckon I’m too old. ” He thought he could do the job; if he’d run a ballclub, he could handle a platoon. But how many guys in their fifties sudenly sprouted bars on their shoulders?

“If this were peacetime, you’re right-they would, ” Lucille said. “But the way things are now, I don’t think they’ll worry about it-they can’t afford to. ”

“Maybe, ” Mutt said. “I’ll believe it when I see it, though. And the way things are now, like you said, I ain’t gonna worry about it one way or the other. The Lizards can shoot me just as well for bein’ a lieutenant as for bein’ a sergeant. ”

“You have the proper attitude, ” Lucille said approvingly.

A compliment from her made Mutt scuff his worn-out Army boot over the ground like a damn schoolkid. “One thing bein’ a manager’ll teach you, Miss Lucille, ” he said, “and that’s that some things, you can’t do nothin’ about, if you know what I mean. You don’t learn that pretty darn quick, you go crazy. ”