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His
thoughts
dissolved
into
the
inarticulate
,
droning
mutter
of
prayer
even
as
his
hands
groped
for
the
pick
...
and
still
on
his
knees
,
Louis
began
to
dig
into
the
earth
.
Each
time
he
brought
the
pick
down
he
collapsed
over
the
end
of
it
,
like
an
old
Roman
falling
on
his
sword
.
Yet
little
by
little
the
hole
took
shape
and
deepened
.
He
clawed
the
rocks
out
,
and
most
he
simply
pushed
aside
along
with
the
growing
pile
of
stony
dirt
.
But
some
of
them
he
saved
.
For
the
cairn
.
Rachel
slapped
her
face
until
it
began
to
tingle
,
and
still
she
kept
nodding
off
.
Once
she
snapped
fully
awake
(
she
was
in
Pittsfield
now
and
had
the
turnpike
all
to
herself
)
,
and
it
seemed
to
her
for
a
split
second
that
dozens
of
silvery
,
merciless
eyes
were
looking
at
her
,
twinkling
like
cold
,
hungry
fire
.
Then
they
resolved
themselves
into
the
small
reflectors
on
the
guardrail
posts
.
The
Chevette
had
drifted
far
over
into
the
breakdown
lane
.
She
wrenched
the
wheel
to
the
left
again
,
the
tires
wailing
,
and
she
believed
she
heard
a
faint
tick
!
that
might
have
been
her
right
front
bumper
just
kissing
off
one
of
those
guardrail
posts
.
Her
heart
leaped
in
her
chest
and
began
to
bang
so
hard
between
her
ribs
that
she
saw
small
specks
before
her
eyes
,
growing
and
shrinking
in
time
with
its
beat
.
And
yet
a
moment
later
,
in
spite
of
her
close
shave
,
her
scare
,
and
Robert
Gordon
shouting
"
Red
Hot
"
on
the
radio
,
she
was
drowsing
off
again
.
A
crazy
,
paranoid
thought
came
to
her
.
"
Paranoid
,
all
right
,
"
she
muttered
under
the
rock
and
roll
.
She
tried
to
laugh
--
but
she
could
n't
.
Not
quite
.
Because
the
thought
remained
,
and
in
the
eye
of
the
night
,
it
gained
a
spooky
kind
of
credibility
.
She
began
to
feel
like
a
cartoon
figure
who
has
run
into
the
rubber
band
of
a
gigantic
slingshot
.
Poor
guy
finds
forward
motion
harder
and
harder
,
until
at
last
the
potential
energy
of
the
rubber
band
equalizes
the
actual
energy
of
the
runner
...
inertia
becomes
...
what
?
...
elementary
physics
...
something
trying
to
hold
her
back
...
stay
out
of
this
,
you
...
and
a
body
at
rest
tends
to
remain
at
rest
...
Gage
's
body
,
for
instance
...
once
set
in
motion
...
This
time
the
scream
of
tires
was
louder
,
the
shave
a
lot
closer
;
for
a
moment
there
was
the
queeling
,
grailing
sound
of
the
Chevette
running
along
the
guardrail
cables
,
scraping
paint
down
to
the
twinkling
metal
,
and
for
a
moment
the
wheel
did
n't
answer
,
and
then
Rachel
was
standing
on
the
brake
,
sobbing
;
she
had
been
asleep
this
time
,
not
just
dozing
but
asleep
and
dreaming
at
sixty
miles
an
hour
,
and
if
there
had
been
no
guardrail
...
or
if
there
had
been
an
overpass
stanchion
...
She
pulled
over
and
put
the
car
in
park
and
wept
into
her
hands
,
bewildered
and
afraid
.
Something
is
trying
to
keep
me
away
from
him
.
