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No
snow
had
fallen
in
the
last
thirty
-
six
hours
.
Footprints
stood
out
in
the
glittering
crust
of
the
crisp
snow
.
Brogan
looked
like
a
retired
army
colonel
,
with
his
slim
moustache
and
white
temples
.
He
drove
them
,
told
Shadow
he
was
a
retired
high
school
principal
.
"
I
took
early
retirement
when
I
saw
I
wasn
’
t
getting
any
younger
.
These
days
I
still
teach
a
little
,
do
the
school
play
—
that
was
always
the
high
point
of
the
year
anyhow
—
and
now
I
hunt
a
little
and
have
a
cabin
down
on
Pike
Lake
,
spend
too
much
time
there
.
"
As
they
set
out
Brogan
said
,
"
On
the
one
hand
,
I
hope
we
find
her
.
On
the
other
,
if
she
’
s
going
to
be
found
,
I
’
d
be
very
grateful
if
it
was
someone
else
who
got
to
find
her
,
and
not
us
.
You
know
what
I
mean
?
"
Shadow
knew
exactly
what
he
meant
.
The
three
men
did
not
talk
much
.
They
walked
,
looking
for
a
red
snowsuit
,
or
green
gloves
,
or
a
blue
hat
,
or
a
white
body
.
Now
and
again
Brogan
,
who
had
the
walkie
-
talkie
,
would
check
in
with
Chad
Mulligan
.
At
lunchtime
they
sat
with
the
rest
of
the
search
party
on
a
commandeered
school
bus
and
ate
hot
dogs
and
drank
hot
soup
.
Someone
pointed
out
a
red
-
tailed
hawk
in
a
bare
tree
,
and
someone
else
said
that
it
looked
more
like
a
falcon
,
but
it
flew
away
and
the
argument
was
abandoned
.
Hinzelmann
told
them
a
story
about
his
grandfather
’
s
trumpet
,
and
how
he
tried
playing
it
during
a
cold
snap
,
and
the
weather
was
so
cold
outside
by
the
barn
,
where
his
grandfather
had
gone
to
practice
,
that
no
music
came
out
.
"
Then
after
he
came
inside
he
put
the
trumpet
down
by
the
wood
-
stove
to
thaw
.
Well
,
the
family
’
re
all
in
bed
that
night
and
suddenly
the
unfrozen
tunes
start
coming
out
of
that
trumpet
.
Scared
my
grandmother
so
much
she
nearly
had
kittens
.
"
The
afternoon
was
endless
,
unfruitful
,
and
depressing
.
The
daylight
faded
slowly
:
distances
collapsed
and
the
world
turned
indigo
and
the
wind
blew
cold
enough
to
burn
the
skin
on
your
face
.
When
it
was
too
dark
to
continue
,
Mulligan
radioed
to
them
to
call
it
off
for
the
evening
,
and
they
were
picked
up
and
driven
back
to
the
fire
station
.
In
the
block
next
to
the
fire
station
was
the
Buck
Stops
Here
Tavern
,
and
that
was
where
most
of
the
searchers
wound
up
.
They
were
exhausted
and
dispirited
,
talking
to
each
other
of
the
bald
eagle
that
had
circled
them
,
how
cold
it
had
become
,
how
more
than
likely
Alison
would
show
up
in
a
day
or
so
,
no
idea
of
how
much
trouble
she
’
d
caused
everyone
.
"
You
shouldn
’
t
think
badly
of
the
town
because
of
this
,
"
said
Brogan
.
"
It
is
a
good
town
.
"
