'The animal kill-off went well — we've censused something like a hundred thousand critters, and there's already one hell of a barbecue going on over by the Castle County line. Nor wants to. Not even an SUV. Even more important, all the disconnected thoughts and fragmented images had drained out of his mind.
He understood. He grabbed the doorpost, grateful he'd left his gloves on while he was driving, and gave a tremendous yank — he had to get out, had to unfold his diaphragm so he could breathe. a bright vertical line of orange below the deer's head — it was as if the snow had somehow conjured it up. You can talk to him.
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