Lucifer's Hammer - Larry Niven [159]
"Well … "
"I'll drive you and put in a good word," Cissy said.
The Millers carried some weight in the valley. The Wolf might not fire him for losing the truck if he had a good word. "I can't get in any quicker by walking," Harry said. "It's a deal." He set to work.
They didn't talk much, they needed their breath. Presently Cissy brought out sandwiches. The Millers hardly stopped long enough to eat. Then they went back to it.
When they did talk, it was about the weather. Jack Miller had seen nothing like it in his fifty-two years in the valley.
"Comet," Cissy said. "It did this."
"Nonsense," Roy said. "You heard the TV. It missed us by thousands of miles."
"It did? Good," Harry said.
"We didn't hear that it missed. Heard it was going to miss," Jack Miller said. He went back to harvesting tomatoes. When they got those picked, there were beans and squashes.
Harry had never worked so hard in his life. He realized suddenly it was getting late afternoon. "Hey, I have got to get to town!" he insisted.
"Yeah. Okay, Cissy," Jack Miller called. "Take the pickup. Get by the feedstore, we're going to need lots of cattle and hog feed. Damned rain's battered down most of the fodder. Better get feed before everybody else thinks of it. Price'll be sky-high in a week."
"If there's anyplace to buy it in a week," Cissy said.
"What do you mean by that?" her husband demanded
"Nothing." She went off to the barn, tight jeans bulging, water dripping from her hat. She came out with the Dodge pickup. Harry squeezed into the seat, mailbag on his lap to protect it from the rain. He'd left it in the barn while he worked.
The truck had no trouble with the muddy drive. When they got to the gate, Cissy got out; Harry couldn't move with the big mailbag. She laughed at him when she got back in.
They hadn't gone half a mile when the road ended in a gigantic crack. The road had pulled apart, and the hillside with it, and tons of sloppy mud had come off the hillside to cover the road beyond the crack.
Harry studied it carefully. Cicelia backed and twisted to turn the truck around. Harry started toward the ruined road.
"You're not going to walk!" she said.
"Mail must go through," Harry muttered. He laughed. "Didn't finish the route yesterday—"
"Harry, don't be silly! There will be a road crew out today, tomorrow for sure. Wait for that! You won't get to town before dark, maybe not at all in this rain. Come back to the house."
He thought about that. What she said made sense. Power lines down, roads out, telephone lines out; somebody would come through here. The mailbag seemed terribly heavy. "All right."
They put him back to work, of course. He'd expected that. They didn't eat until after dark, but it was an enormous meal, suitable for farmhand appetites. Harry couldn't stay awake, and collapsed on the couch. He didn't even notice when Jack and Roy took his uniform off him and covered him with a blanket.
Harry woke to find the house empty. His uniform, hung to dry, was still soggy. Rain pounded relentlessly at the farm house. He dressed and found coffee. While he was drinking it, the others came in.
Cicelia made a breakfast of ham and pancakes and more coffee. She was strong and tall, but she looked tired now. Roy kept eying her anxiously.
"I'm all right," she said. "Not used to doing men's work and my own too."
"We got most of it in," Jack Miller said. "Never saw rain like this, though." There was a softness, a wondering in Jack Miller's voice that might have been superstitious fear. "Those bastards at the Weather Bureau never gave us a minute's warning. What are they doing with all those shiny weather satellites ?"
"Maybe the comet knocked them out," Harry said.
Jack Miller glared. "Comet. Humph. Comets are things in the sky! Live in the twentieth century, Harry!"
"I tried it once. I like it better here."
He got a soft smile from Cissy. He liked it. "I'd best be on my way," he said.
"In this?" Roy Miller was