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"
Affirmative
,
"
he
said
.
And
then
he
said
,
"
Why
do
I
have
to
do
this
,
sir
?
"
"
Because
I
tell
you
to
,
"
said
Mr
.
World
,
flatly
.
"
Find
the
tree
.
Do
the
job
.
Meet
me
down
in
Chattanooga
.
Don
’
t
waste
any
time
.
"
"
And
what
about
the
asshole
?
"
"
Shadow
?
If
you
see
him
,
just
avoid
him
.
Don
’
t
touch
him
.
Don
’
t
even
mess
with
him
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
turning
him
into
a
martyr
.
There
’
s
no
room
for
martyrs
in
the
current
game
-
plan
.
"
He
smiled
then
,
his
scarred
smile
.
Mr
.
World
was
easily
amused
.
Mr
.
Town
had
noticed
this
on
several
occasions
.
It
had
amused
him
to
play
chauffeur
,
in
Kansas
,
after
all
.
"
Look
—
"
"
No
martyrs
,
Town
.
"
And
Town
had
nodded
,
and
taken
the
knife
in
its
sheath
,
and
pushed
the
rage
that
welled
up
inside
him
down
deep
and
away
.
Mr
.
Town
’
s
hatred
of
Shadow
had
become
a
part
of
him
.
As
he
was
falling
asleep
he
would
see
Shadow
’
s
solemn
face
,
see
that
smile
that
wasn
’
t
a
smile
,
the
way
Shadow
had
of
smiling
without
smiling
that
made
Town
want
to
sink
his
fist
into
the
man
’
s
gut
,
and
even
as
he
fell
asleep
he
could
feel
his
jaws
squeeze
together
,
his
temples
tense
,
his
gullet
burn
.
He
drove
the
Ford
Explorer
across
the
meadow
,
past
an
abandoned
farmhouse
.
He
crested
a
ridge
and
saw
the
tree
.
He
parked
the
car
a
little
way
past
it
,
and
turned
off
the
engine
.
The
clock
on
the
dashboard
said
it
was
6
:
38
A
.
M
.
He
left
the
keys
in
the
car
,
and
walked
toward
the
tree
.
