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I
would
drag
myself
into
a
tree
and
take
cover
now
if
I
could
,
but
the
smoke
is
still
thick
enough
to
kill
me
.
I
make
myself
stand
and
begin
to
limp
away
from
the
wall
of
flames
that
lights
up
the
sky
.
It
does
not
seem
to
be
pursuing
me
any
longer
,
except
with
its
stinking
black
clouds
.
Another
light
,
daylight
,
begins
to
softly
emerge
.
Swirls
of
smoke
catch
the
sunbeams
.
My
visibility
is
poor
.
I
can
see
maybe
fifteen
yards
in
any
direction
.
A
tribute
could
easily
be
concealed
from
me
here
.
I
should
draw
my
knife
as
a
precaution
,
but
I
doubt
my
ability
to
hold
it
for
long
.
The
pain
in
my
hands
can
in
no
way
compete
with
that
in
my
calf
.
I
hate
burns
,
have
always
hated
them
,
even
a
small
one
gotten
from
pulling
a
pan
of
bread
from
the
oven
.
It
is
the
worst
kind
of
pain
to
me
,
but
I
have
never
experienced
anything
like
this
.
I
'm
so
weary
I
do
n't
even
notice
I
'm
in
the
pool
until
I
'm
ankle-deep
.
It
's
spring-fed
,
bubbling
up
out
of
a
crevice
in
some
rocks
,
and
blissfully
cool
.
I
plunge
my
hands
into
the
shallow
water
and
feel
instant
relief
.
Is
n't
that
what
my
mother
always
says
?
The
first
treatment
for
a
burn
is
cold
water
?
That
it
draws
out
the
heat
?
But
she
means
minor
burns
.
Probably
she
'd
recommend
it
for
my
hands
.
But
what
of
my
calf
?
Although
I
have
not
yet
had
the
courage
to
examine
it
,
I
'm
guessing
that
it
's
an
injury
in
a
whole
different
class
.
I
lie
on
my
stomach
at
edge
of
the
pool
for
a
while
,
dangling
my
hands
in
the
water
,
examining
the
little
flames
on
my
fingernails
that
are
beginning
to
chip
off
.
Good
.
I
've
had
enough
fire
for
a
lifetime
.
I
bathe
the
blood
and
ash
from
my
face
.
I
try
to
recall
all
I
know
about
burns
.
They
are
common
injuries
in
the
Seam
where
we
cook
and
heat
our
homes
with
coal
.
Then
there
are
the
mine
accidents
.
A
family
once
brought
in
an
unconscious
young
man
pleading
with
my
mother
to
help
him
.
The
district
doctor
who
's
responsible
for
treating
the
miners
had
written
him
off
,
told
the
family
to
take
him
home
to
die
.
But
they
would
n't
accept
this
.
He
lay
on
our
kitchen
table
,
senseless
to
the
world
.
I
got
a
glimpse
of
the
wound
on
his
thigh
,
gaping
,
charred
flesh
,
burned
clear
down
to
the
bone
,
before
I
ran
from
the
house
.
I
went
to
the
woods
and
hunted
the
entire
day
,
haunted
by
the
gruesome
leg
,
memories
of
my
father
's
death
.
What
's
funny
was
,
Prim
,
who
's
scared
of
her
own
shadow
,
stayed
and
helped
.
My
mother
says
healers
are
born
,
not
made
.
They
did
their
best
,
but
the
man
died
,
just
like
the
doctor
said
he
would
.
My
leg
is
in
need
of
attention
,
but
I
still
ca
n't
look
at
it
.
What
if
it
's
as
bad
as
the
man
's
and
I
can
see
my
bone
?
Then
I
remember
my
mother
saying
that
if
a
burn
's
severe
,
the
victim
might
not
even
feel
pain
because
the
nerves
would
be
destroyed
.
Encouraged
by
this
,
I
sit
up
and
swing
my
leg
in
front
of
me
.
I
almost
faint
at
the
sight
of
my
calf
.
The
flesh
is
a
brilliant
red
covered
with
blisters
.
I
force
myself
to
take
deep
,
slow
breaths
,
feeling
quite
certain
the
cameras
are
on
my
face
.
I
ca
n't
show
weakness
at
this
injury
.
Not
if
I
want
help
.
Pity
does
not
get
you
aid
.
Admiration
at
your
refusal
to
give
in
does
.
I
cut
the
remains
of
the
pant
leg
off
at
the
knee
and
examine
the
injury
more
closely
.
The
burned
area
is
about
the
size
of
my
hand
.
None
of
the
skin
is
blackened
.
I
think
it
's
not
too
bad
to
soak
.
Gingerly
I
stretch
out
my
leg
into
the
pool
,
propping
the
heel
of
my
boot
on
a
rock
so
the
leather
does
n't
get
too
sodden
,
and
sigh
,
because
this
does
offer
some
relief
.
I
know
there
are
herbs
,
if
I
could
find
them
,
that
would
speed
the
healing
,
but
I
ca
n't
quite
call
them
to
mind
.
Water
and
time
will
probably
be
all
I
have
to
work
with
.
Should
I
be
moving
on
?
The
smoke
is
slowly
clearing
but
still
too
heavy
to
be
healthy
.
If
I
do
continue
away
from
the
fire
,
wo
n't
I
be
walking
straight
into
the
weapons
of
the
Careers
?
Besides
,
every
time
I
lift
my
leg
from
the
water
,
the
pain
rebounds
so
intensely
I
have
to
slide
it
back
in
.
My
hands
are
slightly
less
demanding
.
