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The girl looked around at the countryside.
Her glance swung past the trailer where the two drivers were standing.
It made only a tiny bump over the two men like a tire over a piece of gravel then moved on.
She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.
What had caught his attention was obscured by the car itself, so that neither the girl nor the truck drivers could see, but Benson knew what it was.
The girl took a couple of steps toward the man in shorts when Benson, in that barefoot courtliness Ramey could never decide was real, said, `` You don't want to go around there, Ma'am ''.
The girl stopped but did not turn her head or acknowledge that someone had spoken to her.

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