“Open up the trucks, and let’s start tearing this place down.” Gabe was usually the first to get moving, but this time, he hesitated. “I don’t know, Dahl. The trucks are heavy, and it was hell to pay bringing them up so far into the yard. Me and Dad were talking, and maybe we should suck it up and drive them back to solid ground. We ain’t made of sugar. We won’t melt in the rain.” “Both of those things are true, baby … but not everything we want to save can stand getting wet. And what solid ground would you recommend? The mountain is turning to swamp, right in front of us.” “We could go out to the asphalt road and leave the trucks there,” Bobby proposed. “Pull ’em off to the side, so they won’t block traffic.” Brad leaned on the railing and gestured out at the vast expanse of lawn. “That’s half a mile away! How are we supposed to load them with the real heavy items? The furniture, the flooring, the windows? The dollies won’t be any use to us, not across all that mud and monkey grass.”
