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"
But
Coffey
,
from
what
I
'd
seen
of
him
,
would
have
been
happy
to
walk
until
the
sun
came
up
,
maybe
until
it
went
back
down
again
.
He
looked
everywhere
,
starting
--
not
in
fear
but
in
delight
,
I
am
quite
sure
--
when
an
owl
hoo
'd
.
It
came
to
me
that
,
while
he
might
be
afraid
of
the
dark
inside
,
he
was
n't
afraid
of
it
out
here
,
not
at
all
.
He
was
caressing
the
night
,
rubbing
his
senses
across
it
the
way
a
man
might
rub
his
face
across
the
swells
and
concavities
of
a
woman
's
breasts
.
"
We
turn
here
,
"
Harry
muttered
.
A
little
finger
of
road
--
narrow
,
unpaved
,
weeds
running
up
the
center
crown
--
angled
off
to
the
right
.
We
turned
up
this
and
walked
another
quarter
of
a
mile
.
Brutal
was
beginning
to
grumble
again
when
Harry
stopped
,
went
to
the
left
side
of
the
track
,
and
began
to
remove
sprays
of
broken-off
pine
boughs
.
John
and
Brutal
pitched
in
,
and
before
I
could
join
them
,
they
had
uncovered
the
dented
snout
of
an
old
Farmall
truck
,
its
wired-on
headlights
staring
at
us
like
buggy
eyes
.
"
I
wanted
to
be
as
careful
as
I
could
,
you
know
,
"
Harry
said
to
Brutal
in
a
thin
,
scolding
voice
.
"
This
may
be
a
big
joke
to
you
,
Brutus
Howell
,
but
I
come
from
a
very
religious
family
,
I
got
cousins
back
in
the
hollers
so
damn
holy
they
make
the
Christians
look
like
lions
,
and
if
I
get
caught
playing
at
something
like
this
--
!
"
"
It
's
okay
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
I
'm
just
jumpy
,
that
's
all
.
"
"
Me
too
,
"
Harry
said
stiffly
.
"
Now
if
this
cussed
old
thing
will
just
start
--
"
He
walked
around
the
hood
of
the
truck
,
still
muttering
,
and
Brutal
tipped
me
a
wink
.
As
far
as
Coffey
was
concerned
,
we
had
ceased
to
exist
.
His
head
was
tilted
back
and
he
was
drinking
in
the
sight
of
the
stars
sprawling
across
the
sky
.
"
I
'll
ride
in
back
with
him
,
if
you
want
,
"
Brutal
offered
.
Behind
us
,
the
Farmall
's
starter
whined
briefly
,
sounding
like
an
old
dog
trying
to
find
its
feet
on
a
cold
winter
morning
;
then
the
engine
exploded
into
life
.
Harry
raced
it
once
and
let
it
settle
into
a
ragged
idle
.
"
No
need
for
both
of
us
to
do
it
.
"
