Under the Dome

'The fuck you did. You heard what Pete said: Take no shit from anybody. Partner, that deal starts here and now.*

Partner! Junior s heart lifted at the word.

'You can't throw me out when I got money!' Sam raved. 'You can't beat me up! I'm an American citizen! I'll see you in court!1

'Good luck on that one,' Freddy said. 'The courthouse is in Castle Rock, and from what I hear, the road going there is closed.'

He hauled the old man to his feet. Sam's nose was also bleeding, and the flow had turned his shirt into a red bib. Freddy reached around to the small of his back for a set of his plastic cuffs (Gotta get me some of those, Junior thought admiringly). A moment later they were on Sam's wrists.

Freddy looked around at the witnesses—those on the street, those crowding the doorway of the Gas & Grocery. 'This man is being arrested for public disturbance, interfering with police officers, and attempted assault!' he said in a bugling voice Junior remembered well from his days on the football field. Hectoring from the sidelines, it had never failed to irritate him. Now, it sounded delightful.

Guess I'm growing up, Junior thought.

'He is also being arrested for violating the new no-alcohol rule, instituted by Chief Randolph. Take a good look!' Freddy shook Sam. Blood flew from Sam's face and filthy hair. 'We've got a crisis situation here, folks, but there's a new sheriff in town, and he intends to handle it. Get used to it, deal with it, learn to love it. That's my advice. Follow it, and I'm sure we'll get through this situation just fine. Go against it, and…' He pointed to Sam's hands, plasticuffed behind him.

A couple of people actually applauded. For Junior Rennie, the sound was like cold water on a hot day. Then, as Freddy began to frog-march the bleeding old man up the street, Junior felt eyes on him. The sensation so clear it might have been fingers poking the nape of his neck. He turned, and there was Dale Barbara. Standing with the newspaper editor and looking at him with flat eyes. Barbara, who had beaten him up pretty good that night in the parking lot. Who'd marked all three of them, before sheer weight of numbers had finally begun to turn things around.

Junior's good feelings began to depart. He could almost feel them flying up through the top of his head like birds. Or bats from a belfry.

'What are you doing here?' he asked Barbara.

'I've a better question,'Julia Shumway said. She was wearing her tight little smile. 'What are you doing, brutalizing a man who's a quarter your weight and three times your age?'

Junior could think of nothing to say He felt blood rush into his face and fan out on his cheeks. He suddenly saw the newspaper bitch in the McCain pantry, keeping Angie and Dodee company. Barbara, too. Maybe lying on top of the newspaper bitch, as if he were enjoying a little of the old sumpin-sumpin.

Freddy came to Junior's rescue. He spoke calmly. He wore the stolid policeman's face known the world over. 'Any questions about police policy should go to the new Chief, ma'am. In the meantime, you'd do well to remember that, for the time being, we're on our own. Sometimes when people are on their own, examples have to be made.'

'Sometimes when people are on their own, they do things they regret later,' Julia replied. 'Usually when the investigations start.'

The corners of Freddy's mouth turned down. Then he hauled Sam down the sidewalk.

Junior looked at Barbie a moment longer, then said: 'You want to watch your mouth around me. And your step.' He touched a thumb deliberately to his shiny new badge. 'Perkins is dead and I'm the law.'

'Junior,' Barbie said, 'you don't look so good. Are you sick?' Junior looked at him from eyes that were a little too wide. Then he turned and went after his new partner. His fists were clenched.

6

In times of crisis, folks are apt to fall back on the familiar for comfort. That is as true for the religious as it is for the heathen. There were no surprises for the faithful in Chester's Mill that morning; Piper Libby preached hope at the Congo, and Lester Coggins preached hellfire at Christ the Holy Redeemer. Both churches were packed.

Piper's scripture was from the book of John: A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another, as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. She told those who filled the pews of the Congo church that prayer was important in times of crisis—the comfort of prayer, the power of prayer—but it was also important to help one another, depend on one another, and love one another.