#38
Davis chatted with Wayne, the only person that seemed able to calm the nervous man into cooperating with the level of care that he still needed. "Come on," Davis persuaded, "Let's sit here and make sure that you haven't resumed bleeding. Doc is getting extra blankets and such. How ya feeling Wayne, any problems?"
Dizzy, weak and trembling, Wayne wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned against the railing to the porch. "I'm fuzzy," he admitted. "Just don't seem to have much strength."
"To be expected," Davis sympathized. "Realistically, you can plan on being out of commission for a couple of months. In any other time but now, they could blow you full of high powered antibiotics and you'd be working as soon as you felt like it. But nowdays,...." he let the implications trail off. "It just ain't gonna happen."
"Simpler times and simpler ways, have their drawbacks" he added starkly.
Wayne simply nodded, rather than use the energy to speak. He sat quietly, a measure of how ill he really was. This was the young man that adhered to the 'walk it off' philosophy of medical care. After Wayne had left the hospital when he recovered from his uncle's beating; he stayed with Evie. She fed him broth, parked him out side in the sunshine, and in general let him do as he pleased.
Thank God Grandma never fussed at him. He exercised by walking, sometimes spending the whole day going to and from the barn. From one chair to another, over and over until he could make the circuit once, then twice.
The clean fresh air, and an adoring dog that asked nothing but a pat on the head and freedom from the excessive demands and punishments of his uncle; slowly healed Wayne. His body healed, but his mind remained jittery and on edge. Wayne took to the woods, using the solitude to de stress himself.
Then there was Sandy. Why he was thinking about her right now, he didn't know. Sandy was and was still a problem. He sure liked her good enough, but he shied away from thinking he would enjoy being a steady man for a woman. He didn't feel capable of handling all his own problems and those of another person were so daunting, he was scared.
Davis was talking to him and he missed most of what the man said. "Ah, Mr. McCann, hold up a minute. I didn't hear what you said," Wayne admitted sheepishly. "I was out in the forest looking for the trees." he lightly excused his lapse of attention, Sandy would and did hold his interest above all else.
Brett, Abby and Trey carefully inspected their sturdy looking but old enough to be historic building for signs of damage. Several years before, Aunt Inga and Pastor John had worked and reinforced the old diner building. A retro-fit of current building codes required by the state had been a wise investment.
Some of the facade brickwork had fallen, but it was cosmetic and not necessary for structural integrity. Shouting to his friends and neighbors, Brett invited them to the cafe to sit inside, out of the cold.
The majority of the people were OK; the new state man brought his wife in and asked how to get ahold of Doc. Brett volunteered to go get his Uncle, and had Abby create a comfortable spot for Tammy. Benny showed up to look after his 'people', and to give a message to Jennings.
"J, Alan said to tell you he got through to the problem area and to let you know it was due in about 36 hours." It rankled Benny that Alan and J communicated with each other in such cryptic messages, keeping him out of the 'loop' so to speak. But he let it slide this time. He might be young and a lowly county Sheriff, but he wasn't stupid.
J caught the look Benny gave him while delivering the message and knew they were about to have a problem being so secretive. Why Alan felt it was necessary to be so over dramatic, he didn't understand, but it was on the verge of wrecking the good rappor he had with Benny.
When ex-sheriff Will and his family came in the door, J heaved a sigh of relief and left Tammy in the capable hands of Doc and Inga. Motioning to Benny and Will he spoke low, urging the two men to follow him back to the Sheriff's office.
To his credit, the moment the three men walked into the office, Alan knew exactly what was coming down. Jennings was going to bring them on board. Extremely unhappy about the situation, Alan sat on the edge of the desk with tightly folded arms and a black scowl.
It took a while to lay out the whole story in a comprehensive manner. Will nodded thoughtfully several times but didn't say a word. Benny was exasperated and somewhat angry but the longer Jennings talked, he could see the other man's point of view. He didn't want to give up being a bit stiff over the whole scene, but held his mouth.
"So with the terrorist threat and now the appearance of Kent Lawrence, we have a couple of big problems keeping the lid on this," J stood up to pace the floor. "None of our family suspects why we are here; although our Dad is no dummy, he knows there is a reason for the sudden uprooting of everyone."
"Will having Lainey at your Grandmother's cause a problem?" Alan ground out at Benny, acting a touch too superior for Benny's liking. Alan could see that the young woman was googly eyed over Benny, and wanted some sort of immediate assurance that Benny was experienced enough to act in a professional manner.
Benny stood up, so he could look down at the fuming Alan. "I don't think so," he said shortly, "do you have reason to think otherwise?"
"Knock it off Alan," J said disgustedly. "For a guy that needs help, you're sure going about it in a screwy way."
Alan didn't like the way the ex sheriff was looking at him, like he Alan was some kind of revolting bug. Standing up, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to stare out the darkened window. The only light in town was over at the diner, a lot of people milling around, coming and going.
"Lainey's dad has a news hound nose," Jennings said once again. "We can count on him to be able to smell a story; and break our cover. Anybody have any suggestions?"
"There is a solution," Benny offered. "We have a cabin deep in the woods, that Alan could use. He would simply be out of sight. There's enough room for you to take your whole family camping," he told Jennings. "It wouldn't be unreasonable, your house is pretty much down as it is."
"Your Dad has offered to rent our house and act as a nurse for Wayne as he recuperates; so Wayne won't be out there. The cabin is actually his, but he would offer it in an instant if he thought you needed a place to stay." Benny presented a simple, practical solution; in his simple, practical way.
"Could work," J allowed slowly. "We'd be gone when Kent came to see his daughter. What do you think Alan?"
It was plain as the distrust on his face that Alan didn't think much of the 'plan.'
"I don't have anything better," he finally said. "What have we got, 24 hours to get out there? to be on the safe side?" he supposed.
"Come daylight, we can salvage as much of your household as we can J. and then leave. Can we drive to this cabin?"
"Not all the way, it is remote." Benny clarified. Alan nodded. Not enthusiastic about the way the family would all be thrown together, he grimaced at his reluctance to just give in and go with the plan. Alan was sure J and Tammy's kids would just drive him freaking nuts in a day.
"I'm going to have to ask Wayne if we can use the cabin, and he will have to keep my sister away from there," Benny was thinking out loud.
"Your sister that rode up here with Kent's daughter?" Alan queried briskly, back to not liking the way the plan was headed.
"No," Benny countered, "this is my youngest sister. She's supposed to be living home and helping Grandma, but she's run with us so long, she thinks she owns the cabin as much as we do." he laughed.
Alan was anything thing but amused. "So you have two sisters?" he mused.
"And a brother," Benny answered. "A Grandmother, my Aunt Inga and her husband the Doc. Somewhere I have a Dad, but the government has him locked up." Suddenly Benny was tired of trying to jolly and humor Alan. He was done being helpful, let Alan come up with his own solution. Benny crossed over to his desk and sat tiredly in his old swivel chair. It creaked with an alarming sound as he settled into the old wood.
The town of Evergreen settled into an uneasy quiet for the night. Brett kept the cafe open for coffee and sandwiches and a warm shelter. A lot of people declared they weren't afraid to sleep the night in their homes, but were compelled to run outside several times as after shocks tremored during the rest of the night.
Evie was up bright and early the next morning. Her hand hurt, so she fixed coffee and then sat at the table with her hand in a bowl of cold water. Looking out the kitchen door window, she could see several blurry shapes in the predawn light. Quickly she dried her hand and went running for Hap's old Enfield.