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Show Night Keys/16 and came at them. Now all of them tried to run left but he cut them off, whacked a boat seat. One tried to scramble over the back of another. The three of them huddled again. The ears of one of them perked forward and then another's before they dipped their heads. He made a quick move, "Huh," and they flinched. He backed to the entrance. The dogs spread out, heads dipping, and waited. He went out and down the corridor, unsteadily, without looking back. The Detex thudded on the concrete. Made one erratic roll and toppled over. He dropped to his knees on the apron. There was a trip-trip of dogs, behind or to one side. His face was cool. Sweat coursed his whole body. Even the backs of his knees were wet. In between his toes. Dear Clyde. He closed his eyes for a moment, and spoke aloud. "Clyde you old son of a bitch. I need to talk to you." There was a sense in the air. He opened his eyes. The outer fence was a silver net and the fields beyond were black but not oppressive. A sense of the first graying before dawn. In an hour the tall grasses would rise and the water tower would appear to the north with the sky a haze behind. A breeze would rise. A gray blue clarity to everything in spite of the softness of the light. Half an hour later he would carry the American and company flags out and raise them flopping lazily into the pink sky and the dark grass would be lavender tinged and rolling. A few workers' |
