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"
Fine
,
boss
,
"
John
said
listlessly
.
"
I
's
fine
.
"
Brutal
patted
his
knee
.
"
We
'll
be
back
soon
.
And
when
we
get
squared
away
,
you
know
what
?
I
'm
going
to
see
you
get
a
great
big
cup
of
hot
coffee
.
Sugar
and
cream
,
too
.
"
You
bet
,
I
thought
,
going
around
to
the
passenger
side
of
the
cab
and
climbing
in
.
If
we
do
n't
get
arrested
and
thrown
in
jail
ourselves
first
.
But
I
'd
been
living
with
that
idea
ever
since
we
'd
thrown
Percy
into
the
restraint
room
,
and
it
did
n't
worry
me
enough
to
keep
me
awake
.
I
dozed
off
and
dreamed
of
Calvary
Hill
.
Thunder
in
the
west
and
a
smell
that
might
have
been
juniper
berries
.
Brutal
and
Harry
and
Dean
and
I
were
standing
around
in
robes
and
tin
hats
like
in
a
Cecil
B.
DeMille
movie
.
We
were
Centurions
,
I
guess
.
There
were
three
crosses
,
Percy
Wetmore
and
Eduard
Delacroix
flanking
John
Coffey
.
I
looked
down
at
my
hand
and
saw
I
was
holding
a
bloody
hammer
.
We
got
to
get
him
down
from
there
,
Paul
!
Brutal
screamed
.
We
got
to
get
him
down
!
Except
we
could
n't
,
they
'd
taken
away
the
stepladder
.
I
started
to
tell
Brutal
this
,
and
then
an
extra-hard
bounce
of
the
truck
woke
me
up
.
We
were
backing
into
the
place
where
Harry
had
hidden
the
truck
earlier
on
a
day
that
already
seemed
to
stretch
back
to
the
beginning
of
time
.
The
two
of
us
got
out
and
went
around
to
the
back
.
Brutal
hopped
down
all
right
,
but
John
Coffey
's
knees
buckled
and
he
almost
fell
.
It
took
all
three
of
us
to
catch
him
,
and
he
was
no
more
than
set
solid
on
his
feet
again
before
he
went
off
into
another
of
those
coughing
fits
,
this
one
the
worst
yet
.
He
bent
over
,
the
coughing
sounds
muffled
by
the
heels
of
his
palms
,
which
he
held
pressed
against
his
mouth
.
When
his
coughing
eased
,
we
covered
the
front
of
the
Farmall
with
the
pine
boughs
again
and
walked
back
the
way
we
had
come
.
The
worst
part
of
that
whole
surreal
furlough
was
--
for
me
,
at
least
--
the
last
two
hundred
yards
,
with
us
scurrying
back
south
along
the
shoulder
of
the
highway
.
I
could
see
(
or
thought
I
could
)
the
first
faint
lightening
of
the
sky
in
the
east
,
and
felt
sure
some
early
farmer
,
out
to
harvest
his
pumpkins
or
dig
his
last
few
rows
of
yams
,
would
come
along
and
see
us
.
And
even
if
that
did
n't
happen
,
we
would
hear
someone
(
in
my
imagination
it
sounded
like
Curtis
Anderson
)
shout
"
Hold
it
right
there
!
"
as
I
used
the
Aladdin
key
to
unlock
the
enclosure
around
the
bulkhead
leading
to
the
tunnel
.
Then
two
dozen
carbine-toting
guards
would
step
out
of
the
woods
and
our
little
adventure
would
be
over
.
By
the
time
we
actually
got
to
the
enclosure
,
my
heart
was
whamming
so
hard
that
I
could
see
little
white
dots
exploding
in
front
of
my
eyes
with
each
pulse
it
made
.
My
hands
felt
cold
and
numb
and
faraway
,
and
for
the
longest
time
I
could
n't
get
the
key
to
go
into
the
lock
"
Oh
Christ
,
headlights
!
"
Harry
moaned
.
