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"
Care
to
elaborate
?
"
"
Trouble
.
Do
you
know
any
alternative
routes
?
"
"
Not
really
.
This
is
my
first
time
in
South
Dakota
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Also
I
don
’
t
know
where
we
’
re
going
.
"
On
the
other
side
of
the
hill
something
flashed
redly
,
smudged
by
the
mist
.
"
Roadblock
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
pushed
his
hand
deeply
into
first
one
pocket
of
his
suit
then
another
,
searching
for
something
.
"
I
can
stop
and
turn
around
.
If
we
had
a
jeep
I
’
d
go
off
-
road
,
but
the
Winnebago
’
s
just
going
to
tip
if
I
try
and
drive
her
across
that
ditch
.
"
"
We
can
’
t
turn
.
They
’
re
behind
us
as
well
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Take
your
speed
down
to
ten
,
fifteen
miles
per
hour
.
"
Shadow
glanced
into
the
mirror
.
There
were
headlights
behind
them
,
under
a
mile
back
.
"
Are
you
sure
about
this
?
"
he
asked
.
Wednesday
snorted
.
"
Sure
as
eggs
is
eggs
,
"
he
said
.
"
As
the
turkey
-
farmer
said
when
he
hatched
his
first
turtle
.
Ah
,
success
!
"
and
from
the
bottom
of
a
pocket
he
produced
a
small
piece
of
white
chalk
.
He
started
to
scratch
with
the
chalk
on
the
dashboard
of
the
camper
,
making
marks
as
if
he
were
solving
an
algebraic
puzzle
—
or
perhaps
,
Shadow
thought
,
as
if
he
were
a
hobo
,
scratching
long
messages
to
the
other
hobos
in
hobo
code
—
bad
dog
here
,
dangerous
town
,
nice
woman
,
soft
jail
in
which
to
overnight
…
