Three names had been struck through with black marker and not replaced.

I carried it out to the barrier and clipped it to the board.

Dewitt had his sleeve pressed to his forehead.

Salas was pouring water over the back of his neck and watching the road.

“Restricted list,” I said.

“No unlisted vehicles today.

Not even the chaplain’s golf cart.”

Dewitt laughed once and put his cap back on.