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"
Good
kids
,
"
said
Hinzelmann
,
shaking
his
old
head
,
slowly
.
"
They
were
all
good
kids
.
I
’
d
only
pick
ones
I
liked
.
Except
for
Charlie
Nelligan
.
He
was
a
bad
seed
,
that
one
.
He
was
,
what
,
1924
?
1925
?
Yeah
.
That
was
the
deal
.
"
"
The
people
of
the
town
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Mabel
.
Marguerite
.
Chad
Mulligan
.
Do
they
know
?
"
Hinzelmann
said
nothing
.
He
pulled
the
poker
from
the
fire
:
the
first
six
inches
at
the
tip
glowed
a
dull
orange
.
Shadow
knew
that
the
handle
of
the
poker
must
be
too
hot
to
hold
,
but
it
did
not
seem
to
bother
Hinzelmann
,
and
he
prodded
the
fire
again
.
He
put
the
poker
back
into
the
fire
,
tip
first
,
and
left
it
there
.
Then
he
said
,
"
They
know
that
they
live
in
a
good
place
.
While
every
other
town
and
city
in
this
county
,
heck
,
in
this
part
of
the
state
,
is
crumbling
into
nothing
.
They
know
that
.
"
"
And
that
’
s
your
doing
?
"
"
This
town
,
"
said
Hinzelmann
.
"
I
care
for
it
.
Nothing
happens
here
that
I
don
’
t
want
to
happen
.
You
understand
that
?
Nobody
comes
here
that
I
don
’
t
want
to
come
here
.
That
was
why
your
father
sent
you
here
.
He
didn
’
t
want
you
out
there
in
the
world
,
attracting
attention
.
That
’
s
all
.
"
"
And
you
betrayed
him
.
"
"
I
did
no
such
thing
.
He
was
a
crook
.
But
I
always
pay
my
debts
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
believe
you
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Hinzelmann
looked
offended
.
One
hand
tugged
at
the
clump
of
white
hair
at
his
temple
.
"
I
keep
my
word
.
"
