Michael Malone - Weebly

Mrs. Haig…Abernathy's head was bursting against his
eardrums…was in shock; Hedgerow didn't know how
serious it was, but she was in the hospital, he thought, in
Argyle. He did know there'd been a problem here
between the fire department (who were considering
water blasting or even dynamiting along that strip,
should the wind turn the fire toward Dingley Falls) and
the state police (who didn't want anything destroyed
that was possible evidence in the vicinity of possible
homicides).
Abernathy left Hedgerow arguing that he could not
let any more heavy fire equipment cross the rickety
Falls Bridge, while the fire chief, more accustomed to
disaster, accepted a Coke, yelled into his car radio
mike, poked at the map with jabs of his finger, and
posed for a photographer from the Argyle Standard.
Word was that volunteer fire teams from three counties
were working together to keep the situation under
control. In addition, extra Madder volunteers (rounded
up by Carl Marco, by whom most of them were
employed) were up on the ridge wetting down the
ground and trees and trying to clear a gap in the fire's