She looked at me steady and said, "What happened---where?"
I tried to get it out. "Granpa's dying..."
I whispered, "rattlesnake...creek bank."
Granma dropped me flat on the floor.
She grabbed a sack and was gone. She could run!
She had not said anything, "Oh Lord!" or nothing.
She never hesitated nor looked around.
---Forrest Carter
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