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A
car
slowed
and
stopped
.
The
woman
driving
it
reached
over
,
wound
down
the
passenger
window
,
and
said
,
"
You
bozos
need
a
ride
?
"
"
You
are
very
gracious
,
madam
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
We
’
re
looking
for
a
Mister
Harry
Bluejay
.
"
"
He
’
ll
be
down
at
the
rec
hall
,
"
said
the
woman
.
She
was
in
her
forties
,
Shadow
guessed
.
"
Get
in
.
"
They
got
in
.
Wednesday
took
the
passenger
seat
,
John
Chapman
and
Shadow
climbed
into
the
back
.
Shadow
’
s
legs
were
too
long
to
sit
in
the
back
comfortably
,
but
he
did
the
best
he
could
.
The
car
jolted
forward
,
down
the
gravel
road
.
"
So
where
did
you
three
come
from
?
"
asked
the
driver
.
"
Just
visiting
with
a
friend
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Lives
on
the
hill
back
there
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
What
hill
?
"
she
asked
.
Shadow
looked
back
through
the
dusty
rear
window
,
looking
back
at
the
hill
.
But
there
was
no
high
hill
back
there
;
nothing
but
clouds
on
the
plains
.
