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"
Shooting
a
man
or
an
animal
in
the
head
is
n't
as
sure-fire
as
it
sounds
,
Jud
.
There
are
would-be
suicides
in
vegetable
wards
or
even
walking
around
right
as
rain
who
did
n't
know
that
a
bullet
can
strike
the
skull
plate
and
travel
right
around
it
in
a
semicircle
,
exiting
the
other
side
without
ever
penetrating
the
brain
.
I
personally
saw
one
case
where
a
fellow
shot
himself
above
the
right
ear
and
died
because
the
bullet
went
around
his
head
and
tore
open
his
jugular
vein
on
the
other
side
of
his
head
.
That
bullet
path
looked
like
a
county
roadmap
.
"
Jud
smiled
and
nodded
.
"
I
remember
reading
somethin
like
that
in
one
of
Norma
's
newspapers
,
the
Star
or
the
Enquirer
--
one
of
those
.
But
if
my
pop
said
Spot
was
gone
,
Louis
,
he
was
gone
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
If
you
say
that
's
how
it
was
,
that
is
how
it
was
.
"
"
Was
your
daughter
's
cat
gone
?
"
"
I
sure
thought
it
was
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
You
got
to
do
better
than
that
.
You
're
a
doctor
.
"
"
You
make
it
sound
like
"
You
got
to
do
better
than
that
,
Louis
,
you
're
God
.
"
I
'm
not
God
.
It
was
dark
--
"
"
Sure
,
it
was
dark
,
and
his
head
swiveled
on
his
neck
like
it
was
full
of
ball
bearings
,
and
when
you
moved
him
,
he
pulled
out
of
the
frost
,
Louis
--
sounded
like
a
piece
of
sticky
tape
comin
off
a
letter
.
Live
things
do
n't
do
that
.
You
only
stop
meltin
the
frost
under
where
you
're
layin
when
you
're
dead
.
"
In
the
other
room
,
the
clock
truck
ten-thirty
.
