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"
Then
what
is
it
?
"
Whiskey
Jack
crushed
the
beer
can
between
his
hands
,
pressing
it
until
it
was
flat
.
"
Look
,
"
he
said
,
and
pointed
to
the
waterfall
.
The
sun
was
high
enough
that
it
caught
the
waterfall
spray
:
a
rainbow
nimbus
hung
in
the
air
.
Shadow
thought
it
was
the
most
beautiful
thing
he
had
ever
seen
.
"
It
’
s
going
to
be
a
bloodbath
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
,
flatly
.
Shadow
saw
it
then
.
He
saw
it
all
,
stark
in
its
simplicity
.
He
shook
his
head
,
then
he
began
to
chuckle
,
and
he
shook
his
head
some
more
,
and
the
chuckle
became
a
full
-
throated
laugh
.
"
You
okay
?
"
"
I
’
m
fine
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
just
saw
the
hidden
Indians
.
Not
all
of
them
.
But
I
saw
them
anyhow
.
"
"
Probably
Ho
Chunk
,
then
.
Those
guys
never
could
hide
worth
a
damn
.
"
He
looked
up
at
the
sun
.
"
Time
to
go
back
,
"
he
said
.
He
stood
up
.
"
It
’
s
a
two
-
man
con
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
not
a
war
at
all
,
is
it
?
"
Whiskey
Jack
patted
Shadow
’
s
arm
.
"
You
’
re
not
so
dumb
,
"
he
said
.
