Country of Old Men (22 page)

“Paramedics.” Helmers turned to run a heavy old man’s run for the phone. And Dave was on his face on the deck. “Don’t trust Goodman,” he whispered, and then he couldn’t breathe, and the pain was fierce, and it was morning, so it wasn’t supposed to be dark, but it was dark as night.

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