Then his lightheartedness passed and his rm'nd seemed to clear, at least for the time being. ' 'No Imperial Valleys. In his mind's eye he saw the soldiers drifting toward the fence through the snow, heard the loudspeakers summoning the detainees in the barn. well, he had plans for Freddy.
' He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder at the two bags and two boxes in the back seat. that bitter mixed smell of powder and blood that meant deer season, the smell of death and friendship and childhood's brilliance. Now they would be a lot less likely to be fooled by a few bullet holes, some broken glass, and the blood of poor old Duddits's final hemorrhages. 'That's right, like a scary movie.
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