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there and thought I heard something, thought maybe he might be stirring around." |
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Linda watched apprehensively as the image bent over and silently took Bartholomew's wrist. He nodded off the pulsebeat, and she could almost hear the old man counting to himself. |
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"Pulse is strong, but a little erratic. He'll settle down; all he needs is time. All things considered, Barr's a pretty healthy boy." She watched as he laid the man's hand back down on the makeshift bed and walk over to where she had been sleeping. "I'd sell my soul right now for a steaming hot cup of black coffee," he admitted. |
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"The stove in the kitchen is gas fired," she heard herself saying. "Moxie told me he shut off the gas because it was too dangerous." |
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"What about the hotplate?" |
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Linda felt a smile curl involuntarily onto her haggard face. "What can it hurt? Surely we can fire up the generator long enough to make some coffee." |
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"Why not?" Doc said. She could hear the pleasure in his voice. He turned and threaded his way across the darkened room, through the swinging doors and into the kitchen. She could hear the generator sputter, cough and finally face up to its mundane chore. The small 40-watt bulb behind the bar flickered to |
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