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Snowflakes
tumbled
and
drifted
in
front
of
the
headlights
.
The
snow
was
coming
south
.
Shadow
said
,
"
Is
he
sick
?
"
"
It
ain
’
t
that
.
Women
survive
their
men
.
Men
—
men
like
him
—
don
’
t
live
long
when
their
women
are
gone
.
You
’
ll
see
—
he
’
ll
just
start
wandering
,
all
the
familiar
things
are
going
to
be
gone
with
her
.
He
gets
tired
and
he
fades
and
then
he
gives
up
and
then
he
’
s
gone
.
Maybe
pneumonia
will
take
him
or
maybe
it
’
ll
be
cancer
,
or
maybe
his
heart
will
stop
.
Old
age
,
and
all
the
fight
gone
out
of
you
.
Then
you
die
.
"
Shadow
thought
.
"
Hey
,
Jacquel
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Do
you
believe
in
the
soul
?
"
It
wasn
’
t
quite
the
question
he
had
been
going
to
ask
,
and
it
took
him
by
surprise
to
hear
it
coming
from
his
mouth
.
He
had
intended
to
say
something
less
direct
,
but
there
was
nothing
less
direct
that
he
could
say
.
"
Depends
.
Back
in
my
day
,
we
had
it
all
set
up
.
You
line
up
when
you
die
,
and
you
answer
for
your
evil
deeds
and
for
your
good
deeds
,
and
if
your
evil
deeds
outweighed
a
feather
,
we
’
d
feed
your
soul
and
your
heart
to
Ammet
,
the
Eater
of
Souls
.
"
"
He
must
have
eaten
a
lot
of
people
.
"
"
Not
as
many
as
you
’
d
think
.
It
was
a
really
heavy
feather
.
We
had
it
made
special
.
You
had
to
be
pretty
damn
evil
to
tip
the
scales
on
that
baby
.
Stop
here
,
that
gas
station
.
We
’
ll
put
in
a
few
gallons
.
"
The
streets
were
quiet
,
in
the
way
that
streets
only
are
when
the
first
snow
falls
.
"
It
’
s
going
to
be
a
white
Christmas
,
"
said
Shadow
as
he
pumped
the
gas
.
