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"
It
’
s
in
Wisconsin
.
There
used
to
be
a
great
motor
company
there
,
in
my
father
’
s
time
.
We
had
a
branch
line
serving
it
,
but
we
closed
the
line
—
about
seven
years
ago
—
when
they
closed
the
factory
.
I
think
it
’
s
one
of
those
blighted
areas
now
.
Maybe
there
’
s
still
some
machinery
left
there
that
Ted
Nielsen
could
use
.
It
might
have
been
overlooked
—
the
place
is
forgotten
and
there
’
s
no
transportation
to
it
at
all
.
"
"
I
’
ll
find
it
.
What
was
the
name
of
the
factory
?
"
"
The
Twentieth
Century
Motor
Company
.
"
"
Oh
,
of
course
!
That
was
one
of
the
best
motor
firms
in
my
youth
,
perhaps
the
best
.
I
seem
to
remember
that
there
was
something
odd
about
the
way
it
went
out
of
business
.
.
.
can
’
t
recall
what
it
was
.
"
It
took
them
three
days
of
inquiries
,
but
they
found
the
bleached
,
abandoned
road
—
and
now
they
were
driving
through
the
yellow
leaves
that
glittered
like
a
sea
of
gold
coins
,
to
the
Twentieth
Century
Motor
Company
.
"
Hank
,
what
if
anything
happens
to
Ted
Nielsen
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
,
as
they
drove
in
silence
.
"
Why
should
anything
happen
to
him
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
.
.
.
well
,
there
was
Dwight
Sanders
.
He
vanished
.
United
Locomotives
is
done
for
now
.
And
the
other
plants
are
in
no
condition
to
produce
Diesels
.
I
’
ve
stopped
listening
to
promises
.
And
.
.
.
and
of
what
use
is
a
railroad
without
motive
power
?
"
"
Of
what
use
is
anything
,
for
that
matter
,
without
it
?
"
The
leaves
sparkled
,
swaying
in
the
wind
.
They
spread
for
miles
,
from
grass
to
brush
to
trees
,
with
the
motion
and
all
the
colors
of
fire
;
they
seemed
to
celebrate
an
accomplished
purpose
,
burning
in
unchecked
,
untouched
abundance
.
