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"
Don
’
t
know
,
never
saw
him
before
,
but
,
boy
!
—
he
’
s
got
a
beauty
of
a
ship
!
"
She
was
back
at
the
wheel
,
she
was
speeding
down
the
runway
,
she
was
rising
into
the
air
,
her
plane
like
a
bullet
aimed
at
two
sparks
of
red
and
green
light
that
were
twinkling
away
into
the
eastern
sky
—
while
she
was
still
repeating
,
"
Oh
no
,
they
don
’
t
!
They
don
’
t
!
They
don
’
t
!
They
don
’
t
!
"
Once
and
for
all
—
she
thought
,
clutching
the
wheel
as
if
it
were
the
enemy
not
to
be
relinquished
,
her
words
like
separate
explosions
with
a
trail
of
fire
in
her
mind
to
link
them
—
once
and
for
all
.
.
.
to
meet
the
destroyer
face
to
face
.
.
.
to
learn
who
he
is
and
where
he
goes
to
vanish
.
.
.
not
the
motor
.
.
.
he
is
not
to
carry
the
motor
away
into
the
darkness
of
his
monstrously
closed
unknown
.
.
.
he
is
not
to
escape
,
this
time
.
.
.
A
band
of
light
was
rising
in
the
east
and
it
seemed
to
come
from
the
earth
,
as
a
breath
long
-
held
and
released
.
In
the
deep
blue
above
it
,
the
stranger
’
s
plane
was
a
single
spark
changing
color
and
flashing
from
side
to
side
,
like
the
tip
of
a
pendulum
swinging
in
the
darkness
,
beating
time
.
The
curve
of
distance
made
the
spark
drop
closer
to
the
earth
,
and
she
pushed
her
throttle
wide
open
,
not
to
let
the
spark
out
of
her
sight
,
not
to
let
it
touch
the
horizon
and
vanish
.
The
light
was
flowing
into
the
sky
,
as
if
drawn
from
the
earth
by
the
stranger
’
s
plane
.
The
plane
was
headed
southeast
,
and
she
was
following
it
into
the
coming
sunrise
.
From
the
transparent
green
of
ice
,
the
sky
melted
into
pale
gold
,
and
the
gold
spread
into
a
lake
under
a
fragile
film
of
pink
glass
,
the
color
of
that
forgotten
morning
which
was
the
first
she
had
seen
on
earth
.
The
clouds
were
dropping
away
in
long
shreds
of
smoky
blue
.
She
kept
her
eyes
on
the
stranger
’
s
plane
,
as
if
her
glance
were
a
towline
pulling
her
ship
.
The
stranger
’
s
plane
was
now
a
small
black
cross
,
like
a
shrinking
check
mark
on
the
glowing
sky
.
Then
she
noticed
that
the
clouds
were
not
dropping
,
that
they
stood
congealed
on
the
edge
of
the
earth
—
and
she
realized
that
the
plane
was
headed
toward
the
mountains
of
Colorado
,
that
the
struggle
against
the
invisible
storm
lay
ahead
for
her
once
more
.
She
noted
it
without
emotion
;
she
did
not
wonder
whether
her
ship
or
her
body
had
the
power
to
attempt
it
again
.
So
long
as
she
was
able
to
move
,
she
would
move
to
follow
the
speck
that
was
fleeing
away
with
the
last
of
her
world
.
She
felt
nothing
but
the
emptiness
left
by
a
fire
that
had
been
hatred
and
anger
and
the
desperate
impulse
of
a
fight
to
the
kill
;
these
had
fused
into
a
single
icy
streak
,
the
single
resolve
to
follow
the
stranger
,
whoever
he
was
,
wherever
he
took
her
,
to
follow
and
.
.
.
she
added
nothing
in
her
mind
,
but
,
unstated
,
what
lay
at
the
bottom
of
the
emptiness
was
:
and
give
her
life
,
if
she
could
take
his
first
.
Like
an
instrument
set
to
automatic
control
,
her
body
was
performing
the
motions
of
driving
the
plane
—
with
the
mountains
reeling
in
a
bluish
fog
below
and
the
dented
peaks
rising
in
her
path
as
smoky
formations
of
a
deadlier
blue
.
She
noticed
that
the
distance
to
the
stranger
’
s
plane
had
shrunk
:
he
had
checked
his
speed
for
the
dangerous
crossing
,
while
she
had
gone
on
,
unconscious
of
the
danger
,
with
only
the
muscles
of
her
arms
and
legs
fighting
to
keep
her
plane
aloft
.
A
brief
,
tight
movement
of
her
lips
was
as
close
as
she
could
come
to
a
smile
:
it
was
he
who
was
flying
her
plane
for
her
,
she
thought
;
he
had
given
her
the
power
to
follow
him
with
a
somnambulist
’
s
unerring
skill
.
