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"
Louis
began
to
think
that
perhaps
it
was
a
dream
,
that
he
had
simply
never
awakened
from
his
afternoon
nap
.
If
I
was
awake
,
he
thought
,
I
'd
no
more
head
up
that
deadfall
than
I
'd
get
drunk
and
go
skydiving
.
But
I
'm
going
to
do
it
.
I
really
think
I
am
.
So
...
I
must
be
dreaming
.
Right
?
Jud
angled
slightly
left
,
away
from
the
center
of
the
deadfall
.
The
flash
's
beam
centered
brightly
on
the
jumbled
heap
of
(
bones
)
fallen
trees
and
old
logs
.
The
circle
of
light
grew
smaller
and
even
brighter
as
they
approached
.
Without
the
slightest
pause
,
without
even
a
brief
scan
to
assure
himself
that
he
was
in
the
right
place
,
Jud
started
up
.
He
did
not
scramble
;
he
did
not
climb
bent
over
,
the
way
a
man
will
climb
a
rocky
hillside
or
a
sandy
slope
.
He
simply
mounted
,
as
if
climbing
a
set
of
stairs
.
He
walked
like
a
man
who
knows
exactly
where
his
next
step
is
coming
from
.
Louis
followed
in
the
same
way
.
He
did
not
look
down
or
search
for
footholds
.
It
came
to
him
with
a
strange
but
total
surety
that
the
deadfall
could
not
harm
him
unless
he
allowed
it
to
.
It
was
a
piece
of
utter
assholery
of
course
,
like
the
stupid
confidence
of
a
man
who
believes
it
's
safe
to
drive
when
totally
shitfaced
as
long
as
he
's
wearing
his
St.
Christopher
's
medallion
.
But
it
worked
.
There
was
no
pistol-shot
snap
of
an
old
branch
giving
way
,
no
sickening
plunge
into
a
hole
lined
with
jutting
,
weather-whitened
splinters
,
each
one
ready
to
cut
and
gore
and
mangle
.
His
shoes
(
Hush
Puppy
loafers
--
hardly
recommended
for
climbing
deadfalls
)
did
not
slip
on
the
old
dry
moss
which
had
overgrown
many
of
the
fallen
trees
.
He
pitched
neither
forward
nor
backward
.
The
wind
sang
wildly
through
the
fir
trees
all
around
them
.
For
a
moment
he
saw
Jud
standing
on
top
of
the
deadfall
,
and
then
he
began
down
the
far
side
,
calves
dropping
out
of
sight
,
then
thighs
,
then
hips
and
waist
.
The
light
bounced
randomly
off
the
whipping
branches
of
the
trees
on
the
other
side
of
the
...
the
barrier
.
Yes
,
that
's
what
it
was
--
why
try
to
pretend
it
was
n't
?
The
barrier
.
