Wish You Well by David Baldacci Read Free Book Online Page B

looked out only once at this potential drop to heaven, and then he chose to look no more. Lou stared off, their rise to the sky not really bothering her any.
    Then, suddenly flying around a curve at them was a farm tractor, mostly rust and missing pieces and held together with coils of rusty wire and other assorted trash. It was almost too big for the narrow road all by itself, much less with a lumbering Hudson coming at it. Children were hanging and dangling every which way on the bulky equipment, as if it were a mobile jungle gym. One young boy about Lou’s age was actually suspended over nothing but air, hanging on only by his own ten fingers and God’s will, and he was laughing! The other children, a girl of about ten and a boy about Oz’s age, were clamped tight around whatever they could find to hold, their expressions seized with terror.
    The man piloting this contraption was far more frightening even than the vision of out-of-control machinery holding flailing children hostage. A felt hat covered his head, years of sweat having leached to all points of the material. His beard was bristly rough, and his face was burnt dark and heavily wrinkled by the unforgiving sun. He seemed to be short, but his body was thick and muscular. His clothes, and those of the children, were almost rags.
    The tractor was almost on top of the Hudson. Oz covered his eyes, too afraid even to attempt a scream. But Lou cried out as the tractor bore down on them.
    Hell No, with an air of practiced calm, somehow drove the car out of the tractor’s path and stopped to let the other vehicle safely pass. So close were they to the edge that a full third of the Hudson’s tires were gripping nothing but the chilly brace of mountain air. Displaced rock and dirt dribbled over the side and were instantly scattered in the swirl of wind. For a moment Lou was certain they were going over, and she gripped Oz with all her strength, as though that would make a difference.
    As the tractor roared by, the man glared at them all before settling on Hell No and shouting, “Stupid nig—”
    The rest, thankfully, was covered by the whine of the tractor and the laughter and whoops of the suspended-in-air boy. Lou looked at Hell No, who didn’t flinch at any of this. Not the first time, she imagined—the near fatal collision and the awful name calling.
    And then like a strike of hail in July, this rolling circus was gone. Hell No drove on.
    As she got her nerves settled down, Lou could see loaded coal trucks far below them inching down one side of a road, while on the other side empty trucks flew hell-bent back up, like honeybees, to gorge some more. All around here the face of the mountains had been gashed open in places, exposing rock underneath, the topsoil and trees all gone. Lou watched as coal trolleys emerged from these wounds in the mountains, like drips of blackened blood, and the coal was tippled into the truck beds.
    “Name’s Eugene.”
    Lou and Oz both stared toward the front seat. The young man was looking at them in the mirror.
    “Name’s Eugene,” he said again. “Diamond, he fergit sometime. But he a good boy. My frien’.”
    “Hi, Eugene,” said Oz. And then Lou said hello too.
    “Ain’t see folks much. Words ain’t come easy for me. I sorry for that.”
    “That’s okay, Eugene,” said Lou. “Meeting strangers is hard.”
    “Miss Louisa and me, we real glad you come. She a good woman. Take me in when I ain’t got no home. You lucky she your kin.”
    “Well, that’s good because we haven’t been very lucky lately,” said Lou.
    “She talk ’bout y’all much. And your daddy and momma. She care for your momma. Miss Louisa, she heal the sick.”
    Oz looked at Lou with renewed hope, but she shook her head.
    More miles went by, and then Eugene turned the car down a lane that wasn’t much more than twin ruts in the dirt spread over with still dormant grass and bracketed by thick wild brush. As they were obviously drawing near to