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"
Two
hours
.
Maybe
a
bit
more
,
"
said
the
driver
.
"
They
say
there
’
s
a
cold
snap
coming
.
"
She
thumbed
a
switch
and
the
doors
closed
with
a
hiss
and
a
thump
.
Shadow
walked
halfway
down
the
bus
,
put
the
seat
back
as
far
as
it
would
go
,
and
he
started
to
think
.
The
motion
of
the
bus
and
the
warmth
combined
to
lull
him
,
and
before
he
was
aware
that
he
was
becoming
sleepy
,
he
was
asleep
.
In
the
earth
,
and
under
the
earth
.
The
marks
on
the
wall
were
the
red
of
wet
clay
:
hand
prints
,
finger
-
marks
and
,
here
and
there
,
crude
representations
of
animals
and
people
and
birds
.
The
fire
still
burned
and
the
buffalo
man
still
sat
on
the
other
side
of
the
fire
,
staring
at
Shadow
with
huge
eyes
,
eyes
like
pools
of
dark
mud
.
The
buffalo
lips
,
fringed
with
matted
brown
hair
,
did
not
move
as
the
buffalo
voice
said
,
"
Well
,
Shadow
?
Do
you
believe
yet
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Shadow
.
His
mouth
had
not
moved
either
,
he
observed
.
Whatever
words
were
passing
between
the
two
of
them
were
not
being
spoken
,
not
in
any
way
that
Shadow
understood
speech
.
"
Are
you
real
?
"
"
Believe
,
"
said
the
buffalo
man
.
"
Are
you
…
"
Shadow
hesitated
,
and
then
he
asked
,
"
Are
you
a
god
too
?
"
The
buffalo
man
reached
one
hand
into
the
flames
of
the
fire
and
he
pulled
out
a
burning
brand
.
He
held
the
brand
in
the
middle
.
Blue
and
yellow
flames
licked
his
red
hand
,
but
they
did
not
burn
.
"
This
is
not
a
land
for
gods
,
"
said
the
buffalo
man
.
But
it
was
not
the
buffalo
man
talking
any
more
,
Shadow
knew
,
in
his
dream
:
it
was
the
fire
speaking
,
the
crackling
and
the
burning
of
the
flame
itself
that
spoke
to
Shadow
in
the
dark
place
under
the
earth
.
