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"
We
lost
them
,
"
says
Town
.
He
feels
a
knot
of
frustration
in
his
gut
:
these
were
the
bastards
,
the
lousy
dirty
sons
of
bitches
who
killed
Woody
and
Stone
,
for
Chrissakes
.
Good
men
.
Good
men
.
He
badly
wants
to
fuck
Mrs
.
Wood
,
but
knows
it
’
s
still
too
soon
after
Woody
’
s
death
to
make
a
move
,
so
he
is
taking
her
out
for
dinner
every
couple
of
weeks
,
an
investment
in
the
future
,
she
’
s
just
grateful
for
the
attention
…
"
How
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
We
set
up
a
roadblock
,
there
was
nowhere
they
could
have
gone
and
they
went
there
anyway
.
"
"
Just
another
one
of
life
’
s
little
mysteries
.
Not
to
worry
.
Have
you
calmed
the
locals
?
"
"
Told
’
em
it
was
an
optical
illusion
.
"
"
They
buy
it
?
"
"
Probably
.
"
There
was
something
very
familiar
about
Mr
.
World
’
s
voice
—
which
was
a
strange
thing
to
think
,
he
’
d
been
working
for
him
directly
for
two
years
now
,
spoken
to
him
every
day
,
of
course
there
was
something
familiar
about
his
voice
.
"
They
’
ll
be
far
away
by
now
.
"
"
Should
we
send
people
down
to
the
rez
to
intercept
them
?
"
