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Why
would
I
want
to
do
a
stupid
thing
like
that
?
Great
.
Had
me
worried
for
just
a
minute
there
,
Lou
.
Looks
like
a
good
way
to
land
in
your
own
infirmary
with
a
broken
ankle
,
does
n't
it
?
Sure
does
!
Also
,
it
's
getting
dark
.
Sure
that
he
was
all
together
and
in
total
agreement
with
himself
,
Louis
began
to
climb
the
deadfall
.
He
was
halfway
up
when
he
felt
it
shift
under
his
feet
with
a
peculiar
creaking
sound
.
Roll
dem
bones
,
Doc
.
When
the
pile
had
shifted
again
,
Louis
began
to
clamber
back
down
.
The
tail
of
his
shirt
had
pulled
out
of
his
pants
.
He
reached
solid
ground
without
incident
and
dusted
crumbled
bits
of
bark
off
his
hands
.
He
walked
back
to
the
head
of
the
path
which
would
return
him
to
his
house
--
to
his
children
who
would
want
a
story
before
bed
,
to
Church
,
who
was
enjoying
his
last
day
as
a
card-carrying
tomcat
and
ladykiller
,
to
tea
in
the
kitchen
with
his
wife
after
the
kids
were
down
.
He
surveyed
the
clearing
again
before
leaving
,
struck
by
its
green
silence
.
Tendrils
of
ground
fog
had
appeared
from
nowhere
and
were
beginning
to
wind
around
the
markers
.
Those
concentric
circles
...
as
if
,
all
unknowing
,
the
childish
hands
of
North
Ludlow
's
generations
had
built
a
kind
of
scale-model
Stonehenge
.
But
,
Louis
,
is
this
all
?
