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Then
ahead
all
the
trucks
were
stopped
and
riding
on
,
working
his
way
ahead
past
ambulances
,
staff
cars
,
an
armored
car
,
another
,
and
a
third
,
all
halted
,
like
heavy
,
metal
,
gun
-
jutting
turtles
in
the
hot
yet
settled
dust
,
they
found
another
control
where
there
had
been
a
smash
-
up
.
A
truck
,
halting
,
had
not
been
seen
by
the
truck
which
followed
it
and
the
following
truck
had
run
into
it
smashing
the
rear
of
the
first
truck
in
and
scattering
cases
of
small
-
arms
ammunition
over
the
road
.
One
case
had
burst
open
on
landing
and
as
Gomez
and
Andrés
stopped
and
wheeled
the
motorcycle
forward
through
the
stalled
vehicles
to
show
their
safe
-
conduct
at
the
control
Andrés
walked
over
the
brass
hulls
of
the
thousand
of
cartridges
scattered
across
the
road
in
the
dust
.
The
second
truck
had
its
radiator
completely
smashed
in
.
The
truck
behind
it
was
touching
its
tail
gate
.
A
hundred
more
were
piling
up
behind
and
an
overbooted
officer
was
running
back
along
the
road
shouting
to
the
drivers
to
back
so
that
the
smashed
truck
could
be
gotten
off
the
road
.
There
were
too
many
trucks
for
them
to
be
able
to
back
unless
the
officer
reached
the
end
of
the
ever
mounting
line
and
stopped
it
from
increasing
and
Andrés
saw
him
running
,
stumbling
,
with
his
flashlight
,
shouting
and
cursing
and
,
in
the
dark
,
the
trucks
kept
coming
up
.
The
man
at
the
control
would
not
give
the
safe
-
conduct
back
.
There
were
two
of
them
,
with
rifles
slung
on
their
backs
and
flash
-
lights
in
their
hands
and
they
were
shouting
too
.
The
one
carrying
the
safe
-
conduct
in
his
hand
crossed
the
road
to
a
truck
going
in
the
downhill
direction
to
tell
it
to
proceed
to
the
next
control
and
tell
them
there
to
hold
all
trucks
until
his
jam
was
straightened
out
.
The
truck
driver
listened
and
went
on
.
Then
,
still
holding
the
safe
-
conduct
,
the
control
patrol
came
over
,
shouting
,
to
the
truck
driver
whose
load
was
spilled
.
"
Leave
it
and
get
ahead
for
the
love
of
God
so
we
can
clear
this
!
"
he
shouted
at
the
driver
.
"
My
transmission
is
smashed
,
"
the
driver
,
who
was
bent
over
by
the
rear
of
his
truck
,
said
.
"
Obscene
your
transmission
.
Go
ahead
,
I
say
.
"
"
They
do
not
go
ahead
when
the
differential
is
smashed
,
"
the
driver
told
him
and
bent
down
again
.
"
Get
thyself
pulled
then
,
get
ahead
so
that
we
can
get
this
other
obscenity
off
the
road
.
"
The
driver
looked
at
him
sullenly
as
the
control
man
shone
the
electric
torch
on
the
smashed
rear
of
the
truck
.
