Read Not a Drop to Drink Online

Authors: Mindy McGinnis

Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Action & Adventure, #Survival Stories, #Lifestyles, #Country Life, #Love & Romance

Not a Drop to Drink (10 page)

“We’re not here to bother,” she said loudly, hoping her voice carried to those perked ears. “Just wanted to let you know Lucy’s all right.”

Eli’s face fell. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Hold up now,” Stebbs said to Lynn. “If they need our help, we’re here to give it.” Lynn’s eyes cut uneasily to the shelter Eli had constructed, but she kept her mouth shut. “First off, why are you down here on the stream? There’s plenty of empty houses to put her up in to bear the child.”

“Neva says she won’t go. She’s heard too many stories, people’s faces turning black without water, their bodies shriveling up as they die slow.”

“It happens.”

“She won’t come away from the water. I set this up for a temporary camp, but she wouldn’t move from it.”

“It’s not so bad,” Stebbs reassured him. “Probably leaks like a bastard though.”

“It’s not waterproof, no,” Eli admitted.

“Can’t hold any heat either, I reckon.”

In the firelight, Lynn could make out a blush creeping up Eli’s sharp-boned cheeks. “No, it can’t.”

“So here you’ve got a pregnant woman and a child living under a bunch of dead twigs next to a stream when winter’s coming on?”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Eli said tightly, desperation making him bite off each word.

“How about not letting the most paranoid person in your bunch call the shots?” Lynn suggested, then fought down her own blush when Eli turned his angry glare on her.

Stebbs cleared his throat. “Water can be hauled. You get her set up in some real shelter with some heat in it and bring the water to her. Staying next to the stream in the summer and fall’s fine. But in the spring, it’ll drown ya, in the summer it could disappear altogether. You stay by it in the winter, one morning you’ll wander out to your precious water source to find out you froze to death in the night.”

Eli’s jawline was set tightly, and Lynn had lived long enough with a person who had a temper to know that the fuse was getting short. “I’m afraid your suggestions come a little late,” he said as another wrenching moan rose from the shelter behind him.

She’d been fighting it. Lynn could tell by the stifled sound of the cry that the sufferer did not want them made party to her pain. Stebbs flicked on a flashlight and moved to the mouth of the shelter. “I’m here to help you. I’m no doctor, but I’ve seen my share of goats born and helped a few of them along.”

He’d made it about a foot into the shelter when he came flying backward, landing in the mud.

“Keep away from me, you fucking perverted cripple!” The scream that followed Stebbs’ exit was shrill, laced with fear and pain. “Eli! Eli, where are you?”

Lynn helped Stebbs up as she listened to Eli trying to calm the panicked woman inside. She approached the entrance to have a clod of dirt smack her in the face.

“I’m done here,” she said to Stebbs. He grabbed her arm as she turned for home.

“She’s in labor—you don’t know what that’s like.”

“Don’t much care either,” Lynn said, rubbing the spot on her jaw where the dirt had hit her. But she stayed.

Eli emerged. “She said you can go in.” He pointed to Lynn. “But not Stebbs.”

“Stupid choice,” Lynn said. “I don’t know the first thing about this. At least he’s seen it.”

“With goats,” Eli countered.

“More than I got,” Lynn answered, but ducked her head and shuffled into the shelter.

The woman lay under a pile of clothes, writhing with pain. When she realized Lynn was there, she made a conscious effort to control it, but her hands dug deeply into the dirt on both sides of her hips. The repeated action had dug holes there as deep as her wrists.

“You don’t have to hide it,” Lynn said. “Pain is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Black eyes regarded her with contempt. “Pain isn’t the word,” she seethed, her perfectly symmetric white teeth biting off each syllable. Another contraction struck and she balled her fists into the earth. Cords stood out on her neck as she struggled against it, and her lips peeled back in a grimace. Lynn could only watch until it passed.

“Do something,” the woman spat at her. Sweat streaked her face even though the night was cold, her black hair was tangled in dark coils from tossing.

“I can’t,” Lynn said calmly. “I know nothing about it. Better off to let Stebbs in.”

“He won’t be touching me.”

The undeserved hatred directed at Stebbs made no sense to Lynn, so she sat quietly through another contraction that left Neva panting. “I’m wasting my time here with you,” Lynn informed her. “I’ve gotta get back.” She rose to leave.

“Wait! I’ll let him in,” Neva said as if granting a favor. “Just get it out of me.”

Lynn emerged into the darkness, handing the flashlight off to Stebbs. “Your turn.” He ducked into the shelter, and a murmured conversation followed, pausing whenever Neva suffered a contraction too painful to speak through.

“What do you think?” Eli asked, his gaze bouncing off Lynn’s when they met over the flickering fire. She lowered herself to the ground before answering.

“Don’t know. She’s worn out though, and that’s not good with the baby still on the way.”

Eli nodded and they sat in silence. He flinched when Neva’s cries came again, louder this time and more desperate. Lynn stared impassively into the fire, noticing that Stebbs had placed dead wood on it.

“You got to use the dead,” she said. Eli snapped out of his trance.

“What was that?”

“Dead wood.” She pointed to the fire. “You use the green, living stuff and you get more smoke than heat.”

“Okay.”

The silence fell again, but it felt awkward now that she had tried to break it unsuccessfully. “They take your blankets? Those men?”

“Yeah.” Eli’s voice caught in his throat from disuse. “Yeah,” he repeated more clearly. “Blankets and our food. I went to a house looking for more, but they’d all been stripped. Most of the clothes were gone too, except for some that were way too big for anybody I’ve ever seen. I took them to use for blankets for Neva and Lucy.”

Stebbs voice cut through the night. “Lynn, come here.”

She approached the entrance warily. “What is it?”

“Take this,” he handed her a bundle. “Bury it.”

Lynn gingerly took the dirty shirt, alarmed at the heat soaking through it. She shot Stebbs a questioning glance.

“Born dead.” He drew an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. “Take the little thing a bit aways and bury it. Mother’s not doing so well.”

“She going to make it?”

“Not doing so well up here.” Stebbs pointed to his temple, then his heart. “And here.”

Lynn tucked the small bundle under her arm. Eli followed her downstream, dazed and silent. She had no idea how she was supposed to dig a grave in frozen ground with no shovel, but Stebbs had his hands full with the mother. She climbed the bank when it rose to shoulder height and chose a small clearing enclosed by mountain ashes.

“This should be easy enough to find again, if she wants to come and see it,” she said to Eli, who only nodded. His fingers were clenched tightly around the flashlight Stebbs had handed off to him. “Plus the bank is high enough here, spring floods won’t wash it away.”

There was no response. Lynn sat the little bundle on the ground, ignoring the wetness that had soaked through the wrappings onto her clothes. “Find me a good-sized stick, pretty sharp.” Eli seemed grateful for direction; he disappeared into the darkness.

Lynn waited for her eyes to adjust to the moonlight, then went back to the streambed in search of rocks. They met again in the clearing and he began hacking at the ground with the stick, opening raw wounds in the earth. Once he had a furrow dug Lynn scraped away with a flat rock. “We won’t be able to get very deep,” she said. “But we’ll cover him with some good-sized rocks so nothing will bother him.”

“Him?”

“What’s that?”

“It was a boy?”

“Oh.” Lynn thought for a second. “I don’t really know. Stebbs didn’t say.”

Eli hesitated before unwinding the motionless bundle. Lynn looked away, intent on her task. “You were right,” he said after a moment. “It was a boy.”

She grunted in response, unsure what to say. Eli rewrapped the tiny body. “He’s cold already.” His hands hovered over the little bundle that had held warmth before the night wind had ripped it away. “My brother always wanted a son.”

“He can have more. Come help me.”

An hour later, Eli laid his nephew into the small hole they’d managed to scratch out, and they piled rocks on top of it.

“He can’t,” Eli said out of nowhere.

“Can’t what?”

“My brother, he can’t have more sons. He’s dead.”

“Oh,” Lynn said. “Sorry.”

They regarded the rocks together in silence. “I feel like we should say a prayer to God, or something,” Eli said after a moment.

“A what to who?”

“Never mind,” he said. “I just feel like I should say something, you know, over the grave.”

Lynn stood next to him in the dark, aware of the heat rolling off his body in contrast to the chill around them. “I can,” she said. “If you want.”

He nodded, and Lynn took a breath of cold air before the words spilled out.

“I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.”

Even in the dark of night she could feel him staring at her as she finished. “That’s William Butler Yeats,” Eli said. “How the hell do you know Yeats?”

“I can read, and I have books,” she said stiffly.

When they got back to the camp, Stebbs was sitting by the fire, warming some soup he had brought with him. “She’s all right,” he told Eli. “But you’ve got to get her some decent shelter. You two will die down here in a month.”

“What do you suggest?” Eli asked. “She won’t leave the stream, especially now.” The image of the small, lonely grave in the moonlight remained unspoken.

“Well, it’s not a bad site, really. You’ve got fresh water, and the bank is high enough that you should be safe from the spring thaw flow. It’s not something you’d know, but the stream does go dry from time to time, so a dry summer could put you in a pinch. But there’s plenty of game here, once you learn to hunt, and gathering wood’ll be a snap now you know to get the right kind.”

Lynn wondered who was going to teach Eli to hunt. She certainly didn’t have time, especially now that Lucy was her responsibility. She opened her mouth to say as much but the sight of Eli’s face—exhausted and blank—stopped her.

“Shelter’s the priority,” Stebbs continued. “As of now. She won’t move, and you won’t make her, which means bringing the shelter to you. We can throw up something quickly in a few days, get something better and more permanent for you later, if she still won’t see sense.”

Lynn shifted uneasily at Stebbs’ use of the word
we
, and the encompassing wave of his arm that included her.

“I’m already in your debt, both of you—deeply.” Eli looked intently across the fire at Lynn. “Anything you do for me, I can’t—there’s no way for me to return the favor.”

“You don’t worry about that right now,” Stebbs said, intervening easily when he saw Lynn about to open her mouth. “We’ll work things out as we go, right now keeping you and your woman alive is the priority.”

“She’s not my woman.”

Lynn felt an inexpressible bubble pop in her stomach. His inability should have filled her with contempt, but instead it made her want to help him. And the woman in the shelter was so sharp tongued, it didn’t take much imagination to picture him sliced to ribbons at her feet. For some reason, she didn’t think she wanted to see that.

Stebbs watched Eli closely for a moment before speaking. “She’s a good-looking woman, yours or not, you’ve got a duty to protect her now.”

“It’s been my job since Bradley died, my brother.”

“That was his baby?”

“Yeah, his son. Neva was his wife. He died as we were leaving Entargo. One of the guards shoved Neva. Usually she’s pretty light on her feet, but she was so big with the baby she lost her balance. Bradley lunged to catch her, and the guard shot him, said he was going for his gun.”

“Just like that?” Stebbs asked.

“Just like that. He bled out in the square with his kid and wife right there. Lucy had crawled up into my lap, bawling for someone to help her daddy, and Neva was on her hands and knees cradling his head against the baby. There was a crowd around us, and a few that I knew to be doctors, but nobody could help.”

“Why not?” Lynn’s question brought Eli’s attention back to her.

“Population schedules,” he said. “You’re only allowed one child per couple, and they already had Lucy.”

Stebbs sighed and tossed a stick into the fire. “I thought they would’ve lifted that ban by now. So that’s the deal still? You screw up and the entire family is out of the city?”

“They won’t waste water on lawbreakers. Sometimes they’ll keep older kids, males mostly, to help protect the city. Lucy not being a boy helped her out in that respect.”

“Won’t help her out here,” Stebbs said shortly, giving Eli a hard stare.

“Yeah, I know,” Eli said. “I guess we were lucky when those men came for our food, Neva being pregnant and Lucy being . . . well, none of them seemed to be of that persuasion.”

Lynn glanced from Stebbs to Eli, completely lost.

“Maybe so, but your lady isn’t pregnant anymore,” Stebbs said. “And like I said, she’s your responsibility.”

“Being good-looking doesn’t seem to drop the survival rate out here.” Eli darted a glance at Lynn, but she was still trying to puzzle out their earlier exchange.

“Being good-looking and a sharpshooter doesn’t hurt,” Stebbs said with a wry smile.

The mention of shooting brought Lynn to her feet. “I gotta get back, been here too long already.”

“True enough,” Stebbs said, struggling to rise. “We’ll get you squared away, son. There’s no point you dying here when we’ve got the means to help.”

Lynn chewed on her lip as she and Stebbs struck for home. His parting words to Eli had been meant to console him but also to let her know where Stebbs stood on the issue. She’d been reluctant to offer her help for the evening, and Stebbs had promised more without asking her. She wasn’t rooting for Eli and Neva to die of exposure, but she wasn’t against them figuring out the basics of survival on their own either.

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