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"You and me both," Rusty said. "We try, the dog'[[ have us for lunch."
"I'm not thinking about the dog." "You oughta be."

"Dog or no dog, I don't like the idea of trying to walk home. Slim'll
probably start bleeding again." "Big deal," she said. "It might
be."

"It's not like I'll bleed that much," she said.

"What I was thinking, though, is that maybe one of us better go for
help."

"Oh, joy," Rusty muttered.

"And what?" Slim asked. "Send out an ambulance for me? Forget it.
I've got a couple of little cuts "

"More than a couple."

"Even still, it's no big crisis. I don't want to have a goddamn
ambulance coming for me."

"What I thought was, I'll run to town and get somebody to drive me back
here. Or I'll borrow a car and do it myself. Either way, we end up
driving you home."

Slim's upper lip twitched slightly. "I don't know, Dwight."

"You wanta leave us up here?" Rusty asked.

"I'd be back in an hour."

"But shit, man, an hour. I don't want to be stuck up here for an
hour."

"Take a nap."

"What if something happens?"

"I'll protect you, Rusty," Slim said, speaking loudly because her face
was turned away from him.

He tossed a scowl at her. Then he said, "Anyway, what about the
dog?"

"Long as you stay up here, it can't "

"I know that, man. What about you? You think it'll just let you
leave?"