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Shadow
realized
that
he
did
know
this
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Tell
me
your
dream
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
Shadow
said
,
"
I
was
climbing
a
tower
of
skulls
.
There
were
huge
birds
flying
around
it
.
They
had
lightning
in
their
wings
.
They
were
attacking
me
.
The
tower
fell
.
"
"
Everybody
dreams
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Can
we
hit
the
road
?
"
"
Not
everybody
dreams
of
the
Wakinyau
,
the
thunderbirds
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
We
felt
the
echoes
of
it
here
.
"
"
I
told
you
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Jesus
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
clutch
of
thunderbirds
in
West
Virginia
,
"
said
Chapman
,
idly
.
"
A
couple
of
hens
and
an
old
cock
-
bird
at
least
.
There
’
s
also
a
breeding
pair
in
the
land
,
they
used
to
call
it
the
State
of
Franklin
,
but
old
Ben
never
got
his
state
,
up
between
Kentucky
and
Tennessee
.
Course
,
there
was
never
a
great
number
of
them
,
even
at
the
best
of
times
.
"
Whiskey
Jack
reached
out
a
hand
the
color
of
the
red
clay
,
and
he
touched
Shadow
’
s
face
,
gently
.
His
irises
were
light
brown
banded
with
dark
brown
,
and
in
that
face
those
eyes
seemed
luminous
.
"
Eyah
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
true
.
If
you
hunt
the
thunderbird
you
could
bring
your
woman
back
.
But
she
belongs
to
the
wolf
,
in
the
dead
places
,
not
walking
the
land
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
