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"
I
'm
wiped
out
,
Father
,
"
Horry
said
to
the
priest
later
as
the
seven
of
them
sat
in
the
small
dining
room
eating
steak-and-kidney
pie
.
"
The
fire
went
through
me
from
one
end
to
the
other
and
left
hardly
a
sheep
alive
or
a
tree
green
.
Lucky
the
last
few
years
have
been
good
is
all
I
can
say
.
I
can
afford
to
restock
,
and
if
this
rain
keeps
up
the
grass
will
come
back
real
quick
.
But
heaven
help
us
from
another
disaster
during
the
next
ten
years
,
Father
,
because
I
wo
n't
have
anything
put
aside
to
meet
it
.
"
"
Well
,
you
're
smaller
than
me
,
Horry
,
"
Gareth
Davies
said
,
cutting
into
Mrs.
Smith
's
meltingly
light
flaky
pastry
with
evident
enjoyment
.
Nothing
in
the
line
of
disasters
could
depress
a
black-soil
plainsman
's
appetite
for
long
;
he
needed
his
food
to
meet
them
.
"
I
reckon
I
lost
about
half
of
my
acreage
,
and
maybe
two-thirds
of
my
sheep
,
worse
luck
.
Father
,
we
need
your
prayers
.
"
"
Aye
,
"
said
old
Angus
.
"
I
wasna
sae
hard
hit
as
wee
Horry
and
Garry
,
Father
,
but
bad
enough
for
a
'
that
.
I
lost
sixty
thoosand
of
ma
acres
,
and
half
ma
wee
sheep
.
'
Tis
times
like
this
,
Father
,
make
me
wish
I
hadna
left
Skye
as
a
young
laddie
.
"
Father
Ralph
smiled
.
"
It
's
a
passing
wish
,
Angus
,
you
know
that
.
You
left
Skye
for
the
same
reason
I
left
Clunamara
.
It
was
too
small
for
you
.
"
"
Aye
,
nae
doot
.
The
heather
doesna
make
sic
a
bonnie
blaze
as
the
gums
,
eh
,
Father
?
"
It
would
be
a
strange
funeral
,
thought
Father
Ralph
as
he
looked
around
;
the
only
women
would
be
Drogheda
women
,
for
all
the
visiting
mourners
were
men
.
He
had
taken
a
huge
dose
of
laudanum
to
Fee
after
Mrs.
Smith
had
stripped
her
,
dried
her
and
put
her
into
the
big
bed
she
had
shared
with
Paddy
,
and
when
she
refused
to
drink
it
,
weeping
hysterically
,
he
had
held
her
nose
and
tipped
it
ruthlessly
down
her
throat
.
Funny
,
he
had
n't
thought
of
Fee
breaking
down
.
It
had
worked
quickly
,
for
she
had
n't
eaten
in
twenty-four
hours
.
Knowing
she
was
sound
asleep
,
he
rested
easier
.
Meggie
he
kept
tabs
on
;
she
was
out
in
the
cookhouse
at
the
moment
helping
Mrs.
Smith
prepare
food
.
The
boys
were
all
in
bed
,
so
exhausted
they
could
hardly
manage
to
peel
off
their
wet
things
before
collapsing
.
When
Minnie
and
Cat
concluded
their
stint
of
the
vigil
custom
demanded
because
the
bodies
lay
in
a
deserted
,
unblessed
place
,
Gareth
Davies
and
his
son
Enoch
were
taking
over
;
the
others
allotted
hour-long
spans
among
themselves
as
they
talked
and
ate
.
None
of
the
young
men
had
joined
their
elders
in
the
dining
room
.
They
were
all
in
the
cookhouse
ostensibly
helping
Mrs.
Smith
,
but
in
reality
so
they
could
look
at
Meggie
.
When
he
realized
this
fact
Father
Ralph
was
both
annoyed
and
relieved
.
Well
,
it
was
out
of
their
ranks
she
must
choose
her
husband
,
as
she
inevitably
would
.
Enoch
Davies
was
twenty-nine
,
a
"
black
Welshman
,
"
which
meant
he
was
black-haired
and
very
dark-eyed
,
a
handsome
man
;
Liam
O'Rourke
was
twenty-six
,
sandy-haired
and
blue-eyed
,
like
his
twenty-five-year-old
brother
Rory
;
Connor
Carmichael
was
the
spit
of
his
sister
,
older
at
thirty-two
,
and
very
good-looking
indeed
,
if
a
little
arrogant
;
the
pick
of
the
bunch
in
Father
Ralph
's
estimation
was
old
Angus
's
grandson
Alastair
,
the
closest
to
Meggie
in
age
at
twenty-four
and
a
sweet
young
man
,
with
his
grandfather
's
beautiful
blue
Scots
eyes
and
hair
already
gray
,
a
family
trait
.
Let
her
fall
in
love
with
one
of
them
,
marry
him
,
have
the
children
she
wanted
so
badly
.
Oh
,
God
,
my
God
,
if
You
will
do
that
for
me
,
I
'll
gladly
bear
the
pain
of
loving
her
,
gladly
...
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