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It must have been three hours later that the telephone began to whirr. The voice of the city editor grated through the instrument: "Get on your clothes and get up to Ventura. There's been a big dam break up there and plenty hell to pay. Get going." At dawn we were on top of a narrow hill from which we could look up the narrow valley -- a valley filled from brim to brim with a raging yellow flood down which came tumbling houses and trees and the bodies of animals and people. They found the girl wedged in the crotch of an uprooted tree -- her tawny hair caked with mud, the laughing teeth set in a grimace of terror. Who was the girl -- and the boy she had planned to marry? Go to http://themestream.com/articles/64484.html to find out. |
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