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The
embankment
was
looming
up
ahead
of
him
like
a
freight
train
.
Woolgathering
,
he
had
missed
a
turn
sign
.
He
jerked
the
snowmobile
’
s
steering
gear
hard
right
and
it
swung
around
,
tilting
as
it
did
so
.
From
underneath
came
the
harsh
grating
sound
of
the
snowtread
on
rock
.
He
thought
the
snowmobile
was
going
to
dump
him
,
and
it
did
totter
on
the
knife
-
edge
of
balance
before
halfdriving
,
half
-
skidding
back
down
to
the
more
or
less
level
surface
of
the
snowburied
road
.
Then
the
dropoff
was
ahead
of
him
,
the
headlamp
showing
an
abrupt
end
to
the
snowcover
and
darkness
beyond
that
.
He
turned
the
snowmobile
the
other
way
,
a
pulse
beating
sickly
in
his
throat
.
(
Keep
it
on
the
road
Dicky
old
chum
.
)
He
forced
himself
to
turn
the
throttle
up
another
notch
.
Now
the
speedometer
needle
was
pegged
just
below
fifty
.
The
wind
howled
and
roared
.
The
headlamp
probed
the
dark
.
An
unknown
length
of
time
later
,
he
came
around
a
driftbanked
curve
and
saw
a
glimmering
flash
of
light
ahead
.
Just
a
glimpse
,
and
then
it
was
blotted
out
by
a
rising
fold
of
land
.
The
glimpse
was
so
brief
he
was
persuading
himself
it
had
been
wishful
thinking
when
another
turn
brought
it
in
view
again
,
slightly
closer
,
for
another
few
seconds
.
There
was
no
question
of
its
reality
this
time
;
he
had
seen
it
from
just
this
angle
too
many
times
before
.
It
was
the
Overlook
.
There
were
lights
on
the
first
floor
and
lobby
levels
,
it
looked
like
.
Some
of
his
terror
-
the
part
that
had
to
do
with
driving
off
the
road
or
wrecking
the
snowmobile
on
an
unseen
curve
-
melted
entirely
away
.
The
snowmobile
swept
surely
into
the
first
half
of
an
S
curve
that
he
now
remembered
confidently
foot
for
foot
,
and
that
was
when
the
headlamp
picked
out
the
(
oh
dear
Jesus
god
what
is
it
)
in
the
road
ahead
of
him
.
Limned
in
stark
blacks
and
whites
,
Hallorann
first
thought
it
was
some
hideously
huge
timberwolf
that
had
been
driven
down
from
the
high
country
by
the
storm
.
Then
,
as
he
closed
on
it
,
he
recognized
it
and
horror
closed
his
throat
.
Not
a
wolf
but
a
lion
.
A
hedge
lion
.
Its
features
were
a
mask
of
black
shadow
and
powdered
snow
,
its
haunches
wound
tight
to
spring
.
And
it
did
spring
,
snow
billowing
around
its
pistoning
rear
legs
in
a
silent
burst
of
crystal
glitter
.
Hallorann
screamed
and
twisted
the
handlebars
hard
right
,
ducking
low
at
the
same
time
