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Show 29 "It is! It is; Lyle said so! He said his father-" "I don't think-" Hunt found himself looking hard down at Todd. Todd was staring up at his brother Sean. He was taking all of Sean in, talking his authority, storing all his words. "Possibly," Hunt said, shifting what he had begun. "Possibly. I don't really know." "Hunt. -Let's go." Hunt heard Leah quietly beside him, nodded. He looked down past Todd at the water and its dark skim. Suddenly he thought he smelled gunpowder in the air. Gunpowder and flesh. Then he thought he saw a face, a watery face, laid out, supine in cold abandonment under the ice. One or several. Features of some anonymous hunter, Russell perhaps. Or some drowned child. Or, yes, or even his brother. Unnumbered possible disasters fused frighteningly into a single face. Hunt'*s skin drained. Then, suddenly again, he saw his own reflection: dim, weak, caught in the last, dropping light. He searched for air. "Yeah; let's go." Hunt gradually caught his breath, turned to Leah, and said, "Let's go. Time." "Something the matter, Dad?" Sean asked him, watching. "-No." "Really?" Hunt felt the wide, rusted dog wire still against his bare hand. "-Ponds," was all he could manage, stepping off the rock into the now-tracked-up snow. "Something about ponds." |