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"
Don
’
t
get
into
any
trouble
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Keep
your
head
below
the
parapet
.
Make
no
waves
.
"
"
All
at
the
same
time
?
"
"
Don
’
t
get
smart
with
me
,
m
’
boy
.
You
can
keep
out
of
sight
in
Lakeside
.
I
pulled
in
a
big
favor
to
keep
you
here
,
safe
and
sound
.
If
you
were
in
a
city
they
’
d
get
your
scent
in
minutes
.
"
"
I
’
ll
stay
put
and
keep
out
of
trouble
.
"
Shadow
meant
it
as
he
said
it
.
He
’
d
had
a
lifetime
of
trouble
and
he
was
ready
to
let
it
go
forever
.
"
When
are
you
coming
back
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Soon
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
and
he
gunned
the
Lincoln
’
s
engine
,
slid
up
the
window
and
drove
off
into
the
frigid
night
.
Three
may
keep
a
secret
,
if
two
of
them
are
dead
.
—
BEN
FRANKLIN
,
POOR
RICHARD
’
S
ALMANACK
Three
cold
days
passed
.
The
thermometer
never
made
it
up
to
the
zero
mark
,
not
even
at
midday
.
Shadow
wondered
how
people
had
survived
this
weather
in
the
days
before
electricity
,
before
thermal
face
masks
and
lightweight
thermal
underwear
,
before
easy
travel
.
He
was
down
at
the
Video
,
Tanning
,
Bait
,
and
Tackle
store
,
being
shown
Hinzelmann
’
s
hand
-
tied
trout
flies
.
They
were
more
interesting
than
he
had
expected
:
colorful
fakes
of
life
,
made
of
feather
and
thread
,
each
with
a
hook
hidden
inside
it
.
He
asked
Hinzelmann
.
