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Jud
called
back
cheerily
over
his
shoulder
:
"
Not
much
farther
now
...
you
bearin
up
,
Louis
?
"
My
God
,
Louis
thought
,
the
man
's
well
past
eighty
,
but
I
do
n't
think
he
's
even
broken
a
sweat
.
"
I
'm
fine
,
"
he
called
back
a
little
aggressively
.
Pride
probably
would
have
led
him
to
say
the
same
thing
even
if
he
had
felt
the
onset
of
a
coronary
.
He
grinned
,
hitched
the
straps
of
the
Gerrypack
up
a
bit
,
and
went
on
.
They
topped
the
second
hill
,
and
then
the
path
sloped
through
a
head-high
swatch
of
bushes
and
tangled
underbrush
.
It
narrowed
and
then
,
just
ahead
,
Louis
saw
Ellie
and
Jud
go
under
an
arch
made
of
old
weatherstained
boards
.
Written
on
these
in
faded
black
paint
,
only
just
legible
,
were
the
words
PET
SEMATARY
.
He
and
Rachel
exchanged
an
amused
glance
and
stepped
under
the
arch
,
instinctively
reaching
out
and
grasping
each
other
's
hands
as
they
did
so
,
as
if
they
had
come
here
to
be
married
.
For
the
second
time
that
morning
Louis
was
surprised
into
wonder
.
There
was
no
carpet
of
needles
here
.
Here
was
an
almost
perfect
circle
of
mown
grass
,
perhaps
as
large
as
forty
feet
in
diameter
.
It
was
bounded
by
thickly
interlaced
underbrush
on
three
sides
and
an
old
blowdown
on
the
fourth
,
a
jackstraw-jumble
of
fallen
trees
that
looked
both
sinister
and
dangerous
.
A
man
trying
to
pick
his
way
through
that
or
to
climb
over
it
would
do
well
to
put
on
a
steel
jock
,
Louis
thought
.
The
clearing
was
crowded
with
markers
,
obviously
made
by
children
from
whatever
materials
they
could
beg
or
borrow
--
the
slats
of
crates
,
scrapwood
,
pieces
of
beaten
tin
.
And
yet
,
seen
against
the
perimeter
of
low
bushes
and
straggly
trees
that
fought
for
living
space
and
sunlight
here
,
the
very
fact
of
their
clumsy
manufacture
,
and
the
fact
that
humans
were
responsible
for
what
was
here
,
seemed
to
emphasize
what
symmetry
they
had
.
The
forested
backdrop
lent
the
place
a
crazy
sort
of
profundity
,
a
charm
that
was
not
Christian
but
pagan
.
"
It
's
lovely
,
"
Rachel
said
,
not
sounding
as
if
she
meant
it
.
"
Wow
!
"
Ellie
cried
.
