Chapter 6 - Research
THERE HAD BEEN A COUNCIL the night following the death of Harriet Lynn. Somehow the word had spread through the villages and the chiefs had assembled in Jake’s village. But they had brought no solution, and in the long run had been forced to accept Doc’s decision.
“I’m not going to retire and hide,” he’d told them, surprised at his own decision, but grimly determined. “You need me and I need you. I’ll move every day in hopes the Lobby police won’t find me, but I won’t quit.”
Now he was packing the things he most needed and getting ready to move. The small bottles in which he was trying to grow his cultures would need warmth. He shoved them into an inner pocket, and began surveying what must be left.
He was heading for his tractor when another battered machine drove
