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"
So
you
people
keep
telling
me
.
Can
I
ask
you
a
question
?
"
There
was
a
pause
.
A
fly
settled
on
the
furry
forehead
.
The
buffalo
man
flicked
it
away
.
"
Ask
.
"
"
Is
this
true
?
Are
these
people
really
gods
?
It
’
s
all
so
…
"
He
paused
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Unlikely
,
"
which
was
not
exactly
the
word
he
had
been
going
for
but
seemed
to
be
the
best
he
could
do
.
"
What
are
gods
?
"
asked
the
buffalo
man
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Shadow
.
There
was
a
tapping
,
relentless
and
dull
.
Shadow
waited
for
the
buffalo
man
to
say
something
more
,
to
explain
what
gods
were
,
to
explain
the
whole
tangled
nightmare
that
his
life
seemed
to
have
become
.
He
was
cold
.
The
fire
no
longer
burned
.
Tap
.
Tap
.
Tap
.
Shadow
opened
his
eyes
,
and
,
groggily
,
sat
up
.
He
was
freezing
,
and
the
sky
outside
the
car
was
the
deep
luminescent
purple
that
divides
the
dusk
from
the
night
.
Tap
.
Tap
.
Someone
said
,
"
Hey
,
mister
,
"
and
Shadow
turned
his
head
.
The
someone
was
standing
beside
the
car
,
no
more
than
a
darker
shape
against
the
darkling
sky
.
Shadow
reached
out
a
hand
and
cranked
down
the
window
a
few
inches
.
He
made
several
waking
-
up
noises
,
and
then
he
said
,
"
Hi
.
"
"
You
all
right
?
You
sick
?
You
been
drinking
?
"
The
voice
was
high
—
a
woman
’
s
or
a
boy
’
s
.
