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"
Nothin
is
that
urgent
,
"
the
plow
driver
said
slowly
and
kindly
,
as
if
speaking
to
a
mental
defective
.
"
If
you
’
d
’
a
hit
that
post
a
leetle
mite
harder
,
nobody
woulda
got
you
out
till
All
Fools
’
Day
.
Don
’
t
come
from
these
parts
,
do
you
?
"
"
No
.
And
I
wouldn
’
t
be
here
unless
my
business
was
as
urgent
as
I
say
.
"
"
That
so
?
"
The
driver
shifted
his
stance
companionably
as
if
they
were
having
a
desultory
chat
on
the
back
steps
instead
of
standing
in
a
blizzard
halfway
between
hoot
and
holler
,
with
Hallorann
’
s
car
balanced
three
hundred
feet
above
the
tops
of
the
trees
below
.
"
Where
you
headed
?
Estes
?
"
"
No
,
a
place
called
the
Overlook
Hotel
,
"
Hallorann
said
.
"
It
’
s
a
little
way
above
Sidewinder
-
"
But
the
driver
was
shaking
his
head
dolefully
.
"
I
guess
I
know
well
enough
where
that
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
Mister
,
you
’
ll
never
get
up
to
the
old
Overlook
.
Roads
between
Estes
Park
and
Sidewinder
is
bloody
damn
hell
.
It
’
s
driftin
in
right
behind
us
no
matter
how
hard
we
push
.
I
come
through
drifts
a
few
miles
back
that
was
damn
near
six
feet
through
the
middle
.
And
even
if
you
could
make
Sidewinder
,
why
,
the
road
’
s
closed
from
there
all
the
way
across
to
Buckland
,
Utah
.
Nope
.
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Never
make
it
,
mister
.
Never
make
it
at
all
.
"
"
I
have
to
try
,
"
Hallorann
said
,
calling
on
his
last
reserves
of
patience
to
keep
his
voice
normal
.
"
There
’
s
a
boy
up
there
-
"
"
Boy
?
Naw
.
The
Overlook
closes
down
at
the
last
end
of
September
.
No
percentage
keepin
it
open
longer
.
Too
many
shit
-
storms
like
this
.
"
