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Beyond
the
house
was
a
large
field
for
the
children
to
play
in
,
and
beyond
the
field
were
woods
that
went
on
damn
near
forever
.
The
property
abutted
state
lands
,
the
realtor
had
explained
,
and
there
would
be
no
development
in
the
foreseeable
future
.
The
remains
of
the
Micmac
Indian
tribe
had
laid
claim
to
nearly
eight
thousand
acres
in
Ludlow
and
in
the
towns
east
of
Ludlow
,
and
the
complicated
litigation
,
involving
the
federal
government
as
well
as
that
of
the
state
,
might
stretch
into
the
next
century
.
Rachel
stopped
crying
abruptly
.
She
sat
up
.
"
Is
that
--
"
"
That
's
it
,
"
Louis
said
.
He
felt
apprehensive
--
no
,
he
felt
scared
.
In
fact
he
felt
terrified
.
He
had
mortgaged
twelve
years
of
their
lives
for
this
;
it
would
n't
be
paid
off
until
Eileen
was
seventeen
.
He
swallowed
.
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
think
it
's
beautiful
,
"
Rachel
said
,
and
that
was
a
huge
weight
off
his
chest
--
and
off
his
mind
.
She
was
n't
kidding
,
he
saw
;
it
was
in
the
way
she
was
looking
at
it
as
they
turned
in
the
asphalted
driveway
that
curved
around
to
the
shed
in
back
,
her
eyes
sweeping
the
blank
windows
,
her
mind
already
ticking
away
at
such
matters
as
curtains
and
oilcloth
for
the
cupboards
,
and
God
knew
what
else
.
"
Daddy
?
"
Ellie
said
from
the
back
seat
.
She
had
stopped
crying
as
well
.
Even
Gage
had
stopped
fussing
.
Louis
savored
the
silence
.
"
What
,
love
?
"
Her
eyes
,
brown
under
the
darkish
blond
hair
in
the
rearview
mirror
,
also
surveyed
the
house
,
the
lawn
,
the
roof
of
another
house
off
to
the
left
in
the
distance
,
and
the
big
field
stretching
up
to
the
woods
.
