He noticed how Jed’s eyes were wet and bloodshot from staring; first at the poisoned grass, and then beyond to where the setting sun flared up alongside the western face of Devil’s Gorge. It seemed to Gordon that a familiar countenance consumed his friend, as if he were succumbing to the old, jealous nature of the town. At last Jed turned back to Gordon, eyeballs dancing and shadows spilling over his gaunt face. “I ever tell you about the sick times?”
“You’ve told me more tales about this town than I care to recall.”
“But you must remember hearing about the hospital. How it got so full it had to turn people away?”
“I might remember something about that.”
“Did you know Father Frank took ‘em all in, even when we didn’t know what it was making everybody sick? That he buried them all here?
