In a Handful of Dust

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  Dedication

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  Contents

  Cover

  Disclaimer

  Title

  Dedication

  Part One: Pond

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Part Two: The Road

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Part Three: City

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-One

  Thirty-Two

  Thirty-Three

  Part Four: Ocean

  Thirty-Four

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Mindy McGinnis

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

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  Part One

  POND

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  One

  Maddy died hard.

  The polio that had hobbled her hours before swept through her torso and stilled her movements. Only her pupils could convey the panic as her lungs collapsed. Her chest stopped rising and falling, but Maddy’s eyes rolled from Lucy’s face to the ceiling and back again for a few minutes after, clouding with confusion. Finally they were still. A rattle chased Maddy’s last breath out of her throat as Lucy held her friend’s hand.

  Vera leaned across the bed to loosen her granddaughter’s grip. “She’s gone, sweetheart. You can let go now.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Vera’s capable fingers closed around Maddy’s wrist, but she nodded before checking for a pulse. “You need to go wash up.”

  “Use the boiled water,” Lynn said. She was standing at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed in front of her.

  “I know,” Lucy said tightly, her throat still slick with tears. Lynn’s eyes flicked away from Maddy to touch on Lucy, and they softened slightly.

  “Knowing and doing are two different things. Use the boiled water, then come back here.” Her eyes went back to the corpse, and her brow furrowed. “We need to talk.”

  Lucy walked out of the stifling cabin and then down to the creek, grateful for the blast of fresh night air. She knelt by the flowing water and splashed her face free of tear tracks. A strong hand pulled her away from the water and she yelped, landing on her backside on the muddy bank.

  “What’d Lynn say to you?” A stern voice came out of the darkness. “She told you to use the boiled water and first thing you do is come down here and stick your face in the crick.”

  “Scaring me onto my ass is a hell of a way to remind me,” Lucy said, drying her hands on her pants. “You were outside?”

  “Don’t have much else of a place to go. When your grandma’s tending the sick, I like to be nearby to help, what little I can do.” He put his hand out, helping her from the ground. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. Not an easy night for the living.”

  Lucy leaned into him, inhaling his comforting smell, familiar all these years. Clean air and fresh dirt lingered around him, and she felt stray tears slip down her cheeks.

  “Not easy for the dead either,” she said. “She was looking at me, those big eyes of hers full of fear like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and all I could do was sit there, Stebbs, and . . .” The spreading stillness that had clamped onto Maddy’s body seemed to have found Lucy’s tongue. “I heard the rattle, like Lynn always says you do. Then she passed, and everything was quiet.”

  Stebbs tucked her head into his chest, and they walked back toward the cabin he shared with Vera. “True enough, there’s those that go that way. But in the silence you know they’ve gone. Something is missing.”

  Lucy nodded her understanding. Though she’d asked Vera if she was sure, the wrongness of Maddy’s eyes had already answered the question. “I imagine you’ll be needing another mattress,” Lucy said, wiping her nose.

  Vera’s reputation as a healer had spread beyond the boundaries of the small community; people traveled hundreds of miles to bring their sick to her door. Too often they died inside her walls, in her bed. Then anything the dead touched was condemned to flame.

  The door to the cabin opened and Lynn stepped out, Maddy’s body shrouded in a sheet and curled in her strong arms. She spotted Lucy and Stebbs. “You want me to wait for you?”

  Lucy nodded, and Stebbs gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder before releasing her. “Don’t let her know I used the stream,” she whispered into his ear. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

  “I’ll keep quiet on that count,” he said. “But from now on out, you mind her.”

  A breeze kicked through the tree branches above them, heavy with budding leaves. Lucy crossed her arms against the chill, grateful when Stebbs took off his jacket and handed it to her.

  “You go on,” he said. “She’ll be in a hurry to get rid of the body.”

  Vera came to the door of the cabin, her silhouette backlit from the candles within. “Stebbs,” she called into the darkness, “I’m going to need you in here.”

  “Other people have come here to die. We’ve burned and buried plenty,” Lucy said, as he zipped the coat up for her, flipping up the collar against her neck. “But this is bad, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, little one,” he sighed. “I’m afraid this one will be different.”

  Maddy had never been a large girl, but the deep blackness of the pit Lynn tossed her in made a mockery of the white sheet, reducing it to a pale smudge in the lingering light.

  “Sorry about that,” Lynn said, after the body hit the ground. “There’s no nice way to get her down in there.”

  Lucy shrugged. “’S okay,” she said, but the awkward angle of the body, dead or not, hurt her heart. Lynn’s hand, crusted with dirt, rested on Lucy’s shoulder and she reached up to take it.

  As a child Lucy had believed Lynn could protect her from everything, call
down the rain, and keep the coyotes at bay. Lynn had done all these things, but her face was grim at the thought of a threat she couldn’t fight with her gun.

  “So it was polio?”

  “Your grandma thinks so,” Lynn answered. “Seems there’s different types, some worse than others. She wants to talk to us about it, when we’re through here.”

  Lucy looked back at the crumpled white bundle. “Right,” she said. “When we’re through here.”

  “You gonna be okay with this? It’s different when it’s one of your own.”

  “Sounds like maybe it’s something I need to get used to,” Lucy said.

  Lynn reached for the gas can at her side, dousing the body from the edge of the pit before tossing the match, her mouth a thin line. “No getting used to it.”

  The black pillar of smoke rose behind them as they walked to Vera’s cabin to find Maddy’s mother cringing on a stool in the corner.

  “I need to know when she first got sick,” Vera was saying. “Think hard about anything she said to you about feeling poorly.”

  Monica had stayed away from Maddy’s bed as she died, unable to handle the sight of her only daughter smothering to death. Now her gaze was stuck to a spot on the floor, as if she might find answers in the pine knots there. When she finally spoke, her wisp of a voice was nearly lost in the creaking of the branches outside. “Sometime yesterday, maybe.”

  Maddy and her brother, Carter, made no secret of their mother’s fearfulness. Carter had told Lucy once that even during good times Monica looked for the bad to come, and during the bad she was more likely to hide than face it. Now Monica’s shoulders seemed to slump under the weight of blame.

  Lucy approached her friend’s mother cautiously, as if she were a half-wild kitten discovered in the grass. “You don’t have to feel bad about not knowing she was sick. Even if you’d brought her sooner, it wouldn’t have helped.”

  “That’s true,” Vera said. “There’s no cure for polio, and this strain moved quickly. That’s why I need to know when things first went wrong. If the incubation period is as fast as I fear, we don’t have much time.”

  Behind her, Lucy heard Stebbs mutter to Lynn, “If it’s as fast as Vera thinks it is, time’s already run out.”

  Lucy moved closer to Monica, took the woman’s trembling hand. “How bad off was she when you brought her?”

  “Pretty bad.” Monica sniffled, and a runner of snot was sucked back into her nostril. “When she came back from swimming with you and Carter, she said she had a headache. But it’s the first real hot times of the spring, and her diving into the cold water, I didn’t think much of it.”

  “What was the first indication it was more?” Vera asked.

  “She woke up in the night, crying something awful. Carter and me, we came running.” Monica used Lucy’s sleeve to wipe away the fresh tears coursing out of her eyes. “She was having spasms, and she thought it was a charley horse, you know? So she got out of bed to walk it off, and she—she—”

  “She what?” Lynn broke in, patience expired.

  Stebbs put a hand on Lynn’s shoulder. “She couldn’t walk?” he asked.

  “When she tried she just fell over, said her legs weren’t working right. So her brother picked her up and ran her over here.”

  “Carter brought her about two or three in the morning,” Vera said. “What time did you go swimming?”

  “It was after we planted the seedlings,” Lucy said.

  “About two o’clock, by the sun,” Lynn added.

  “Twelve hours,” Vera said softly. “Twelve hours to beginning paralysis and twenty-four to death.”

  “Is that fast?” Stebbs asked.

  “Too fast to do anything about. Whatever source Maddy picked it up from, anybody who came into contact with it is already infected.”

  The pale hand holding Lucy’s clenched in fear, and her own heart constricted at the words. “What about Carter?” Monica asked. “What about my son?”

  “If he’s not symptomatic by now, he should be okay,” Vera said. “Which means you’re all right too, little one.”

  Lucy let out the breath she’d been holding along with the woman next to her and nodded, any worries she had for herself only small drops on the wave of worry that had crashed over her at the thought of Carter being sick.

  “You feelin’ all right?” Lynn asked. “No headaches or anything funny with your legs?”

  “I’m all right, Lynn. Really.” Lucy waved Lynn off, but Lynn still looked her up and down, as if she expected to see the virus surface in the form of fleas or ticks. “Even if I wasn’t, it’s not something you can just pull outta me, you know?”

  Monica’s sweaty hand pulsed inside Lucy’s own. “No, there’s nothing you can do,” she said, as if reassuring herself.

  “So if the girl got sick after swimming in the pond, but her brother and our little one is all right, what does that mean?” Stebbs asked.

  “It means the pond probably isn’t the source,” Vera answered.

  “Damn right it’s not,” Lynn said. “I’ve been drinking that water my whole life.”

  “You’ve been drinking water from the pond after you’d purified it,” Vera corrected. “I wouldn’t rule it out.”

  “It can’t be the pond,” Lucy argued. “Why wouldn’t I be sick then, or Carter?”

  “It’s hard to say,” Vera said. “Polio is usually contracted person to person, but it can be waterborne.”

  “So she got it from somebody else? But who else is sick?” Lucy asked.

  And the first knock on the door came.

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  Two

  The knocks continued through the night and into the morning; the healthy came carrying the sick, and the sick carrying the virus. Lynn and Lucy dragged blankets to the grass downwind of the cabin for the invalids to be laid on. Most were dying even as Lucy settled them onto the ground, the eerie rattle that she had first heard from Maddy now filling her ears like the sound of cicadas. Vera talked with those who could still speak, desperate to find out where they had been before confessing there was nothing she could do for them.

  “There’s really no cure?” Lucy asked, as she dumped a bucket of stream water into the kettle Lynn had set up near the bank. “There’s nothing Grandma can do?”

  Lynn shook her head. “Way I understand it, it kills some, cripples some. Some only get a bit of a fever from it. Vera said it usually hits the kids, but it can get adults too. There was some president that had it.”

  “It kill him?”

  “No, your grandma said it crippled him, though. So I guess there’s no telling who’s gonna get it, and what it’s gonna do to them.”

  Lucy snapped a branch over her knee. “That sucks.”

  “Maybe,” Lynn said, as she took the kindling from Lucy. “Maybe those that get sick are just happy to have it done, no matter how it ends. Like when Poe said,

  “The sickness—the nausea—

  The pitiless pain—

  Have ceased, with the fever

  That maddened my brain—

  With the fever called ‘Living’

  That burned in my brain.”

  Lucy sighed and cracked another stick in half. “Couldn’t your mother have taught you any happy poetry?”

  Lynn smiled, but it was the one, slow and sad, that always came with talk of Mother. “She taught me what she knew. So has Stebbs. He told me once that people like me and him are badly built for times like this, when there’s nothing we can do.”

  “You need an enemy,” Lucy said, understanding immediately.

  “I do. And when it’s a sickness, I guess the best weapon I’ve got is the fire for the bodies.”

  “That and the fact you’re not likely to be kissing anybody,” Lucy said, poking Lynn in the ribs with the end of a stick.

  “That�
�s more of a precaution than a weapon,” Lynn said, easily grabbing the end and pulling Lucy onto her knees with one swift jerk. “And don’t worry yourself about whether I’m kissing anybody or not.”

  “Touchy.” Lucy rose, brushing the dirt off her knees.

  “But you’ve got a point.” Lynn smacked her flint together, trying to coax a spark into the branches.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ve seen the way you and Carter have been looking at each other lately, and you shouldn’t be doing any kissing either.” A small spiral of smoke rose from the kindling, and Lynn rocked back on her heels. “Now’s not the time to be figuring out if you’re more than friends.”

  Lucy tried to ignore the flush that spread up her neck and to the roots of her tightly cropped blond hair. “I’m not stupid.”

  “Stupid doesn’t factor in when a boy’s mourning his sister and looking for comfort.”

  “I’m not—”

  The older woman held up her hand. “That’s all I’m saying about it. I’m not asking any questions, just telling you whatever’s going on needs stowed until we know more about this sickness. Understood?”

  “Understood.”

  Lynn held her eyes for a moment, then crouched low to breathe life into the fire she’d started. “I know we’ve not talked about . . . uh, some things.”

  “Stebbs already explained to me about sex, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Lucy said, and the flush that had begun to recede reclaimed some ground.

  “That poor man.” Lynn’s fire flared, and she studied it.

  “What’s this about, Lynn? Why you talking to me about love when we’re burning the dead?”

  “’Cause we’re about to hit some hard times, and I need you to listen to me. I tell you to go to the basement and not come back up, you go. I tell you to climb a tree, you head for the highest one, you hear?”

  “You’re worried.”

  “This whole conversation is me being worried.”

  Even though the sun burned brightly, Lucy could feel a chill from the little graveyard nearby where her mother and stillborn brother lay, her uncle Eli with them. Lynn’s eyes shifted there too, as if following Lucy’s thoughts, and the chill settled into Lucy’s bones. If Lynn was worried, there was real danger.