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"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
can
ride
him
back
,
if
he
lets
you
.
"
"
How
do
you
ride
him
?
"
"
It
’
s
easy
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
you
don
’
t
fall
.
Like
riding
the
lightning
.
"
"
Will
I
see
you
back
there
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
I
’
m
done
,
honey
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
You
go
do
what
you
need
to
do
.
I
’
m
tired
.
Bringing
you
back
like
that
…
it
took
a
lot
out
of
me
.
I
need
to
rest
,
to
save
up
my
energies
until
my
festival
begins
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
Good
luck
.
"
Shadow
nodded
.
"
Whiskey
Jack
.
I
saw
him
.
After
I
passed
on
.
He
came
and
found
me
.
We
drank
beer
together
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
sure
you
did
.
"
"
Will
I
ever
see
you
again
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
She
looked
at
him
with
eyes
the
green
of
ripening
corn
.
She
said
nothing
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
she
shook
her
head
.
"
I
doubt
it
,
"
she
said
.
Shadow
clambered
awkwardly
onto
the
thunderbird
’
s
back
.
He
felt
like
a
mouse
on
the
back
of
a
hawk
.
There
was
an
ozone
taste
in
his
mouth
,
metallic
and
blue
.
Something
crackled
.
The
thunderbird
extended
its
wings
,
and
began
to
flap
them
,
hard
.
