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"
Be
my
pleasure
,
"
said
John
Chapman
.
He
got
up
and
walked
to
the
door
,
picked
up
a
small
Hessian
sack
sitting
next
to
it
,
opened
the
door
and
walked
outside
.
Shadow
and
Wednesday
followed
him
.
Whiskey
Jack
waited
in
the
doorway
.
"
Hey
,
"
he
said
to
Wednesday
.
"
Don
’
t
come
back
here
,
you
.
You
are
not
welcome
.
"
Wednesday
extended
his
middle
finger
heavenward
.
"
Rotate
on
this
,
"
he
said
affably
.
They
walked
downhill
through
the
snow
,
pushing
their
way
through
the
drifts
.
Chapman
walked
in
front
,
his
bare
feet
red
against
the
crust
-
topped
snow
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
cold
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
My
wife
was
Choctaw
,
"
said
Chapman
.
"
And
she
taught
you
mystical
ways
to
keep
out
the
cold
?
"
"
Nope
.
She
thought
I
was
crazy
,
"
said
Chapman
.
"
She
used
t
’
say
,
‘
Johnny
,
why
don
’
t
you
jes
’
put
on
boots
?
’
"
The
slope
of
the
hill
became
steeper
,
and
they
were
forced
to
stop
talking
.
The
three
men
stumbled
and
slipped
on
the
snow
,
using
the
trunks
of
birch
trees
on
the
hillside
to
steady
themselves
,
and
to
stop
themselves
from
falling
.
When
the
ground
became
slightly
more
level
,
Chapman
said
,
"
She
’
s
dead
now
,
a
’
course
.
When
she
died
I
guess
maybe
I
went
a
mite
crazy
.
It
could
happen
to
anyone
.
It
could
happen
to
you
.
"
He
clapped
Shadow
on
the
arm
.
"
By
Jesus
and
Jehosophat
,
you
’
re
a
big
man
.
"
"
So
they
tell
me
,
"
said
Shadow
.
They
trudged
down
that
hill
for
another
half
an
hour
,
until
they
reached
the
gravel
road
that
wound
around
the
base
of
it
,
and
the
three
men
began
to
walk
along
it
,
toward
the
cluster
of
buildings
they
had
seen
from
high
on
the
hill
.
