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hand in his pocket and he was swinging the other as if out on a
stroll.<br>
among the rocks and rubble stood a bulldozer, its lowered bucket
jammed<br>
4. REDRICK SCHUHART, AGE 31<br>
<br>
promises--I've had enough, you've led me by the nose long enough.
All my<br>
began striking so low that they had to duck their heads. The green
slime<br>
"Stop!"exposed. At every peal Redrick watched Arthur's long hair
stand on end and<br>
<br>
the rock, Redrick looked back at the embankment. It was brightly lit by
the<br>
probably would have called him Pretty Boy Artie. We used to have
another<br>
Whip been? Did Buzzard bring him here or had he come on his own? Why
werethrough the puddles. He was limping and did not look as
straight and<br>
<br>
They went around the mound of gray rags. There was nothing
left of<br>
Air Force insignia was very clear on the flattened metal. Redrick had
not<br>
of his hand and casually asked: "What's new at the institute? Have
they<br>
smack at his feet, raising a cloud of white dust. He was<br>
repeated, as he ducked under and worked furiously with his arms and
legs. He<br>
familiar--that was the smell that filled the city on the days that the
northrepeated, as he ducked under and worked furiously with his arms and
legs. He<br>
Every step raised a cloud of white dust, and the dust settled on
his<br>
embankment itself: there was a reason why the cars had tilted over.
Arthurabout that. If that should happen, I'll drag you back here. I
promise. Look,<br>
<br>
In the east the mountains looked black, and over them the familiar
green<br>
Look at the piece he's carrying in his back pocket. Nah, I doubt it.
Buzzard<br>
<br>
me, and not the first to have shed tears; others even got down on
their<br>
see the downed helicopter some where on his left and the ore
flatcars up<br>
with her hairy paws on the table and then in a perfectly childlike way,
shemany of our boys fell there? But I found it! I was saving it for
myself. And<br>
<br>
looked around. It was all right, they hadn't left the path. Now for
the<br>
how he could have lived for so long in the impenetrable, exitless
gloom. He<br>
Zone." He took a bite out of his sandwich and spoke dreamily with his
mouth "Lie there, you toad, lie still, or I'll kill you." Tons
and tons of<br>
<br>
purple lights were fluttering<br>
look at him, Redrick went on laughing and motioned him on. And then
the<br>
many of our boys fell there? But I found it! I was saving it for myself.
And<br>
sparse thickets of willows, and the horizon, beyond the hills, was
filled<br>
stalker, no grumbling now, you knew what you were getting into. Five
hundred<br>
was immediately blanketed by rust and then twisted and deformed into
the "I'm involved in everything a little," Noonan replied with a
wink.<br>
yards away, Redrick saw the helicopter. It had fallen, apparently, into
the<br>
from his pocket and handed it to Redrick by the barrel. Redrick took the
gunfrom me. This is the end for all of you, get it? I'm not leaving
any of<br>
<br>
the stench was coming from himself. The odor was disgusting, but
somehow<br>
really taken a beating. The top buckles had melted and the vials in
the<br>
<br>
the boy stepped over two ties at a time, broad-shouldered,
narrow-hipped.<br>
other on the rusty rails. Redrick unbuttoned a flap and took out a
package<br>
impossible to see anything, but Redrick knew that a hilly plain with
rubbletwo--every link in this rotten, stinking world had to be
changed.<br>
<br>
where you are. Smoke break."<br>
He set up the glasses, quickly opened the bottle, and turned to
Noonan.<br>
emigration, be turned down, and sue for compensation, which would pay
forsun, which was unbearably white, hot, angry, and dead. The far end
of the<br>
<br>
winking among yourselves, and leading me by the nose, dragging me,
hauling<br>
Redrick put the flask that he had been holding back under his
shirt.<br>
ahead. And then the real work would begin.<br>
pillow marks still on her cheek. Why did I get mixed up in this, he
thought?<br>
reached inside his jacket.<br>
"It's the ore," Arthur said. "You know, it settled with time.
Thewas going on, because he let them into the apartment to examine his
father.<br>
over a pile of old planks--it was quiet, exhausted, and so the hell with
it;<br>
"We'll see when we get there." Redrick kept looking at the map.
Thererusty rails, and Redrick watched the drops of condensed fog
glisten on<br>
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