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Jud
was
back
,
speaking
in
his
mind
:
You
do
it
because
it
gets
hold
of
you
.
You
do
it
because
that
burial
place
is
a
secret
place
,
and
you
want
to
share
the
secret
...
you
make
up
reasons
...
they
seem
like
good
reasons
...
mostly
you
do
it
because
you
want
to
.
Or
because
you
have
to
.
Jud
's
voice
,
low
and
drawling
with
Yankee
intonation
,
Jud
's
voice
chilling
his
flesh
,
bringing
out
the
goosebumps
,
making
the
hackles
on
the
back
of
his
neck
rise
.
These
are
secret
things
,
Louis
...
the
soil
of
a
man
's
heart
is
stonier
...
like
the
soil
up
in
the
old
Micmac
burying
ground
.
A
man
grows
what
he
can
...
and
he
tends
it
.
Louis
began
to
go
over
the
other
things
Jud
had
told
him
about
the
Micmac
burying
ground
.
He
began
to
collate
the
data
,
to
sort
through
it
,
to
compress
it
--
he
proceeded
in
exactly
the
same
way
he
had
once
readied
himself
for
big
exams
.
The
dog
.
Spot
.
I
could
see
all
the
places
where
the
barbed
wire
had
hooked
him
--
there
was
no
fur
in
any
of
those
places
,
and
the
flesh
looked
dimpled
in
.
The
bull
.
Another
file
turned
over
in
Louis
's
mind
.
Lester
Morgan
buried
his
prize
bull
up
there
.
Black
Angus
bull
,
named
Hanratty
...
Lester
dragged
him
all
the
way
up
there
on
a
sledge
...
shot
him
dead
two
weeks
later
.
That
bull
turned
mean
,
really
mean
.
But
he
's
the
only
animal
I
ever
heard
of
that
did
.
