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She
got
slowly
to
her
feet
.
"
Where
I
’
m
goin
’
to
go
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Where
’
s
Joey
?
"
"
Talkin
’
to
a
guy
,
"
said
Lisa
.
"
This
guy
wrote
to
a
school
that
’
s
goin
’
to
get
him
to
be
a
postman
.
Joey
,
he
wants
to
be
a
postman
too
,
so
he
’
s
talkin
’
to
this
guy
about
it
.
"
"
Well
,
you
go
an
’
find
some
woman
an
’
set
with
her
.
"
Lisa
shrugged
up
the
baby
on
her
hip
and
went
out
of
the
tent
.
London
took
the
rifle
from
the
man
and
threw
down
the
lever
.
A
loaded
shell
flipped
out
.
"
Thirty
-
thirty
,
"
said
London
.
"
Bring
the
guy
in
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
Bring
him
in
.
"
Two
guards
pushed
the
prisoner
through
the
flaps
.
He
stumbled
and
recovered
his
balance
.
His
elbows
were
bound
together
behind
him
with
a
belt
,
and
his
wrists
were
wrapped
together
with
baling
wire
.
He
was
very
young
.
His
body
was
thin
and
his
shoulders
narrow
.
He
was
dressed
in
corduroy
trousers
,
a
blue
shirt
and
a
short
leather
jacket
.
His
light
blue
eyes
were
fixed
with
terror
.
"
Hell
,
"
said
London
.
"
It
’
s
a
kid
.
"
"
Kid
with
a
thirty
-
thirty
,
"
Mac
added
.
"
Can
I
talk
to
him
,
London
?
"
"
Sure
.
Go
ahead
.
"
Mac
stepped
in
front
of
the
captive
.
"
What
are
you
doin
’
out
there
?
"
