They packed as many supplies as they could on the horses, and then piled additional things in an old wheelbarrow and a plastic toboggan sled.
“Shouldn’t we leave some supplies here, just in case we ever need to come back? We can use this as a safe house,” Amy suggested as Laura rolled up the last of the blankets.
Laura shook her head, “This house is going to be in three feet of water,” she said, using the string from a broken window blind to tie the roll of blankets together. “Anything we don’t salvage now will be ruined by mold and rot. Carry as much as you can. With the extra people, we are going to need the supplies.”
She slipped a glass vial of penicillin and two syringes into a sock and handed it to George. “This is horse antibiotic, but it should work.”
George looked down at
