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Show 81. his chin. His eyes shifted to his hands, his lips opened. "I'd a made i t if I'd taken the horse." Sunny said, "You night have ended up a t the dream Mine too-like I did." "That xrould have been just fine xrith me. I'd have got a game going there on Christmas Bve!" Bill brought him a dish cloth. "Here pick up your coffee xrith t h i s ." He looked carefully at Weasel's face. "Let's turn you a l i t t l e axray from the stove. Sunny's got a mighty hot fire going. Look the stove pipe is red." Bill took hold of one of the legs of Weasel's stool and txristed i t half c i r c l e xrith Weasel shifting his xreight to help. Weasel sat sloxrly drinking the coffee. His blue-xrhite hands finally cradling the xrarm coffee cup; he looked intensely a t them for a long time. Then carefully he pulled off his boots, xrent into his bunk and stretched out. "Build up the f i r e , " he shouted. In the four years since he'd been shot in the leg, Bill had never agreed to live in a cabin xrhere there xras gambling during the xrinter. He'd thought he'd never be able to hunt again a f t e r that fight. Jack Hansen had been k i l l e d instantly; shot in the head by his brothaV Mike Hansen had been shot in the chest and took txro days to die. Bill had caught a stray |