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As
they
passed
their
first
signpost
for
Mount
Rushmore
,
still
several
hundred
miles
away
,
Wednesday
grunted
.
"
Now
that
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
a
holy
place
.
"
Shadow
had
thought
Wednesday
was
asleep
.
He
said
,
"
I
know
it
used
to
be
sacred
to
the
Indians
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
holy
place
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
That
’
s
the
American
Way
—
they
need
to
give
people
an
excuse
to
come
and
worship
.
These
days
,
people
can
’
t
just
go
and
see
a
mountain
.
Thus
,
Mister
Gutzon
Borglum
’
s
tremendous
presidential
faces
.
Once
they
were
carved
,
permission
was
granted
,
and
now
the
people
drive
out
in
their
multitudes
to
see
something
in
the
flesh
that
they
’
ve
already
seen
on
a
thousand
postcards
.
"
"
I
knew
a
guy
once
.
He
did
weight
training
at
the
Muscle
Farm
,
years
back
.
He
said
that
the
Dakota
Indians
,
the
young
men
climb
up
the
mountain
,
then
form
death
-
defying
human
chains
off
the
heads
,
just
so
that
the
guy
at
the
end
of
the
chain
can
piss
on
the
president
’
s
nose
.
"
Wednesday
guffawed
.
"
Oh
,
fine
!
Very
fine
!
Is
any
specific
president
the
particular
butt
of
their
ire
?
"
Shadow
shrugged
.
"
He
never
said
.
"
Miles
vanished
beneath
the
wheels
of
the
Winnebago
.
Shadow
began
to
imagine
that
he
was
staying
still
while
the
American
landscape
moved
past
them
at
a
steady
sixty
-
seven
miles
per
hour
.
A
wintry
mist
fogged
the
edges
of
things
.
It
was
midday
on
the
second
day
of
the
drive
,
and
they
were
almost
there
.
Shadow
,
who
had
been
thinking
,
said
,
"
A
girl
vanished
from
Lakeside
last
week
.
When
we
were
in
San
Francisco
.
"
"
Mm
?
"
Wednesday
sounded
barely
interested
.
