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Color
was
materializing
out
of
the
white
now
,
snow
-
clotted
orange
.
He
could
see
the
high
cab
,
even
the
gesticulating
figure
of
the
driver
behind
the
single
long
wiper
blade
.
He
could
see
the
V
shape
of
the
plow
’
s
wing
blades
,
spewing
more
snow
up
onto
the
road
’
s
left
-
hand
embankment
like
pallid
,
smoking
exhaust
.
WHAAAAAAAAA
!
the
airhorn
bellowed
indignantly
.
He
squeezed
the
accelerator
like
the
breast
of
a
muchloved
woman
and
the
Buick
scooted
forward
and
toward
the
right
.
There
was
no
embankment
over
here
;
the
plows
headed
up
instead
of
down
had
only
to
push
the
snow
directly
over
the
drop
.
(
The
drop
,
ah
yes
,
the
drop
-
)
The
wingblades
on
Hallorann
’
s
left
,
fully
four
feet
higher
than
the
Electra
’
s
roof
,
flirted
by
with
no
more
than
an
inch
or
two
to
spare
.
Until
the
plow
had
actually
cleared
him
,
Hallorann
had
thought
a
crash
inevitable
.
A
prayer
which
was
half
an
inarticulate
apology
to
the
boy
flitted
through
his
mind
like
a
torn
rag
.
Then
the
plow
was
past
,
its
revolving
blue
lights
glinting
and
flashing
in
Hallorann
’
s
rearview
mirror
.
He
jockeyed
the
Buick
’
s
steering
wheel
back
to
the
left
,
but
nothing
doing
.
The
scoot
had
turned
into
a
skid
,
and
the
Buick
was
floating
dreamily
toward
the
lip
of
the
drop
,
spurning
snow
from
under
its
mudguards
.
He
flicked
the
wheel
back
the
other
way
,
in
the
skid
’
s
direction
,
and
the
car
’
s
front
and
rear
began
to
swap
places
.
Panicked
now
,
he
pumped
the
brake
hard
,
and
then
felt
a
hard
bump
.
In
front
of
him
the
road
was
gone
…
he
was
looking
into
a
bottomless
chasm
of
swirling
snow
and
vague
greenish
-
gray
pines
far
away
and
far
below
.
