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Under the Dome(16)
Author: Stephen King

'Because the young guy said there's somethin across the road. And there is, Jim! Somethin you can't see! People can lean on it! See? They're doin it now. Or... if you throw a stone against it, it bounces back! Look!' Ernie picked up a stone and threw it. Rennie did not trouble looking to see where it went; he reckoned if it had struck one of the rubberneckers, the fellow would have given a yell. 'The truck crashed into it... into the whatever-it-is... and the plane did, too! And so the guy told me to - '

'Slow down. What guy exactly are we talking about?'

'He's a young guy,' Rory Dinsmore said.'He cooks at Sweetbriar Rose. If you ask for a hamburg medium, that's how you get it. My dad says you can hardly ever get medium, because nobody knows how to cook it, but this guy does.' His face broke into a smile of extraordinary sweetness. 'I know his name.'

'Shut up, Roar,' his brother warned. Mr Rennie's face had darkened. In Ollie Dinsmore s experience, this was the way teachers looked just before they slapped you with a week's worth of detention.

Rory, however, paid no mind.'It's a girl's name! It's Baaarbara.'

Just when I think I've seen the last of him, that cotton-picker pops up again, Rennie thought. That darned useless no-account.

He turned to Ernie Calvert. The police were almost here, but Rennie thought he had time to put a stop to this latest bit of Barbara-induced lunacy. Not that Rennie saw him around. Nor expected to, not really. How like Barbara to stir up the stew, make a mess, then flee.

'Ernie,' he said, 'you've been misinformed.'

Alden Dinsmore stepped forward. 'Mr Rennie, I don't see how you can say that, when you don't know what the information is.'

Rennie smiled at him. Pulled his lips back, anyway. 'I know Dale Barbara, Alden; I have that much information.' He turned back to Ernie Calvert. 'Now, if you'll just - '

'Hush,' Calvert said, holding up a hand. 'I got someone.'

Big Jim Rennie did not like to be hushed, especially by a retired grocery store manager. He plucked the phone from Ernie':, hand as though Ernie were an assistant who had been holding it for just that purpose.

A voice from the cell phone said, 'To whom am I speaking?' Less than half a dozen words, but they were enough to tell Rennie that he was dealing with a bureaucratic son-of-a-buck. The Lord knew he'd dealt with enough of them in his three decades ts a town official, and the Feds were the worst.

'This is James Rennie, Second Selectman of Chester's Mill. Who are you, sir?'

'Donald Wozniak, Homeland Security. I understand vou have some sort of problem out there on Highway 119. An interdiction of some kind.'

Interdiction? Interdiction? What kind of Fedspeak was that?

'You have been misinformed, sir,' Rennie said. 'What we have is an airplane - a civilian plane, a local plane - that tried to land on the road and hit a truck. The situation is completely under control. We do not require the aid of Homeland Security.'

'Mister Rennie,' the farmer said, 'that is not what happened.'

Rennie flapped a hand at him and began walking toward the first police cruiser. Hank Morrison was getting out. Big, six-five or so, but basically useless. And behind him, the gal with the big old tiddies. Wettington, her name was, and she was worse than useless: a smart mouth run by a dumb head. But behind her, Peter Randolph was pulling up. Randolph was the Assistant Chief, and a man after Rennie's own heart. A man who could get 'er done. If Randolph had been the duty officer on the night Junior got in trouble at that stupid devilpit of a bar, Big Jim doubted if Mr Dale Barbara would still have been in town to cause trouble today. In fact, Mr Barbara might have been behind bars over in The Rock. Which would have suited Rennie fine.

Meanwhile, the man from Homeland Security - did they have the nerve to call themselves agents? - was still jabbering away.

Rennie interrupted him.'Thank you for your interest, MrWozner, but we've got this handled.' He pushed the END button without saying goodbye. Then he tossed the phone back to Ernie Calvert.

'Jim, I don't think that was wise.'

Rennie ignored him and watched Randolph stop behind the Wettington gal's cruiser, bubblegum bars flashing. He thought about walking down to meet Randolph, and rejected the idea before it was fully formed in his mind. Let Randolph come to him. That was how it was supposed to work. And how it would work, by God.

2

'Big Jim,' Randolph said. 'What's happened here?'

'I believe that's obvious,'Big Jim said.'ChuckThompson's airplane got into a little argument with a pulp-truck. Looks like they fought it to a draw.' Now he could hear sirens coming from Castle Rock. Almost: certainly FD responders (Rennie hoped their own two new - and horribly expensive - firewagons 'were among them; it would play better if no one actually realized the new trucks had been out of town when this cluster mug happened). Ambulances and police would be close behind.

'That ain't what happened,' Alden Dinsmore said stubbornly 'J was out in the side garden, and I saw the plane just - '

'Better move those people back, don't you think?' Rennie asked Randolph, pointing to the lookie-loos. There were quite a few on the pulp - truck side, standing prudently away from the blazing remains, and even more on The Mill side. It was starting to look like a convention.

Randolph addressed Morrison and Wettington. 'Hank,' he said, and pointed at the spectators from The Mill. Some had begun prospecting among the scattered pieces of Thompson's plane. There were cries of horror as more body parts were discovered.

'Yo,' Morrison said, and got moving.

Randolph turned Wettington toward the spectators on the pulp-truck side. 'Jackie, you take...' But there Randolph trailed off.

The disaster-groupies on the south side of the accident were standing in the cow pasture on one side of the road and knee-deep in scrubby bushes on the other. Their mouths hung open, giving them a look of stupid interest Rennie was very familiar with; he saw it on individual faces every day, and en masse every March, at town meeting. Only these people weren't looking at the burning truck.

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