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"
Something
that
had
been
touched
by
the
Wendigo
,
"
Jud
said
evenly
.
He
took
a
deep
breath
,
held
it
for
a
moment
,
let
it
out
,
and
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Welladay
.
The
hour
's
late
,
Louis
.
I
've
talked
nine
times
as
much
as
I
meant
to
.
"
"
I
doubt
that
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
You
've
been
very
eloquent
.
Tell
me
how
it
came
out
.
"
"
There
was
a
fire
at
the
Baterman
place
two
nights
later
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
The
house
burned
flat
.
Alan
Purinton
said
there
was
no
doubt
about
the
fire
being
set
.
Range
oil
had
been
splashed
from
one
end
of
that
little
house
to
the
other
.
You
could
smell
the
reek
of
it
for
three
days
after
the
fire
was
out
.
"
"
So
they
both
burned
up
.
"
"
Oh
,
ayuh
,
they
burned
.
But
they
was
dead
beforehand
.
Timmy
was
shot
twice
in
the
chest
with
a
pistol
Bill
Baterman
kept
handy
,
an
old
Colt
's
.
They
found
it
in
Bill
's
hand
.
What
he
'd
done
,
or
so
it
looked
like
,
was
to
kill
his
boy
,
lay
him
on
the
bed
,
and
then
spill
out
that
range
oil
.
Then
he
sat
down
in
his
easy
chair
by
the
radio
,
flicked
a
match
,
and
ate
the
barrel
of
that
Colt
.45
.
"
"
Jesus
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
They
were
pretty
well
charred
,
but
the
county
medical
examiner
said
it
looked
to
him
like
Timmy
Baterman
had
been
dead
two
or
three
weeks
.
"
Silence
,
ticking
out
.
