Re: Chapter 17.1: The Second Coming ((Wendell Mine))
The Ranger stands still for several seconds, looking at the darkness, then her hands, then Ward. "I'm going on," she says, soft and steel-willed. "Th' Lord has sent power to my hands, Ah don't know why but I figger it ain't to jes' die of some bad air. If it be willed, th' same God as delivered Shadrach an' his amigos from the burning fiery furnace will deliver me from this cloreen stuff."
Carl had been frowning with the vague idea that chlorine might be a kind of salt, that ghost rock was probably not a kind of salt, distracted by the irregular nature of his own chest hair, then frowned the more as his hazy thoughts circled back again. Pa always had claimed Wendell over-packed the charges...what else had they done? What did they find, that needed killed so badly?
Abruptly, he realises the Ranger's been speaking, grasping the sense of it rather than the words as she briefly catches his eye. He nods her on, though watches her step forwards a little way before looking at the patch Jeb was last heard from and nodding him on, too, pushing off the wall to silently follow, his stride easy, confident as on his own ranchland. Each step is a demonstration to the rest that he believes the Ranger's faith is founded, and that he won't die.
Wildcat bites back a small kind of smile, out in front, and raises her voice to the dark enough to carry. "Deputy Bear! Charging Bear, fall back!"