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"
Yeah
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
,
in
the
darkness
.
"
You
are
a
hard
man
to
hunt
down
,
when
you
’
re
dead
.
You
didn
’
t
go
to
any
of
the
places
I
figured
.
I
had
to
look
all
over
before
I
thought
of
checking
here
.
Say
,
you
ever
find
your
tribe
?
"
Shadow
remembered
the
man
and
the
girl
in
the
disco
beneath
the
spinning
mirror
-
ball
.
"
I
guess
I
found
my
family
.
But
no
,
I
never
found
my
tribe
.
"
"
Sorry
to
have
to
disturb
you
.
"
"
No
.
You
aren
’
t
sorry
.
Let
me
be
.
I
got
what
I
wanted
.
I
’
m
done
.
"
"
They
are
coming
for
you
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
They
are
going
to
revive
you
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
done
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
was
all
over
and
done
.
"
"
No
such
thing
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
Never
any
such
thing
.
We
’
ll
go
to
my
place
.
You
want
a
beer
?
"
He
guessed
he
would
like
a
beer
,
at
that
.
"
Sure
.
"
"
Get
me
one
too
.
There
’
s
a
cooler
outside
the
door
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
,
and
he
pointed
.
They
were
in
his
shack
.
Shadow
opened
the
door
to
the
shack
with
hands
it
seemed
to
him
he
had
not
possessed
moments
before
.
There
was
a
plastic
cooler
filled
with
chunks
of
river
-
ice
out
there
,
and
,
in
the
ice
,
a
dozen
cans
of
Budweiser
.
He
pulled
out
a
couple
of
cans
of
beer
and
then
sat
in
the
doorway
and
looked
out
over
the
valley
.
They
were
at
the
top
of
a
hill
,
near
a
waterfall
,
swollen
with
melting
snow
and
runoff
.
It
fell
,
in
stages
,
maybe
seventy
feet
below
them
,
maybe
a
hundred
.
The
sun
reflected
from
the
ice
which
sheathed
the
trees
that
overhung
the
waterfall
basin
.
The
churning
noise
as
the
water
crashed
and
fell
filled
the
air
.
