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Contents
ОглавлениеTitle Page
Dedication
Prologue
The Gathering
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I guess that if it hadn’t been for that poker…
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THEY weren’t ready to start processing us yet, so they…
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A car pulled up outside, and Jack turned his head…
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THE following Saturday I got out of the Army. Naturally,…
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MIKE Carter and Betty, his wife, lived in a development…
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IT wasn’t until Thursday that we finished up the deal…
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ON Friday morning I went up to Seattle and picked…
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“WHAT’S this doing here?” Clydine was standing over me the…
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I worked—off and on—at the gun all the next week,…
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I picked up Clydine about three thirty the next afternoon,…
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THE following Wednesday, the first of September, we were all…
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BY the next Saturday we were all getting things pretty…
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ON Tuesday night we gathered at Sloane’s with all our…
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IT rained all the next day. The sky sagged and…
The High Hunt
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SLOANE’S Cadillac was still leading, and at the summit he…
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IT took us the better part of an hour to…
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ABOUT three thirty that afternoon we crossed the second ridge…
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WHEN the gun went off I think we all came…
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MILLER split us up then and sent us on back…
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“TIME to roll out.” Clint’s head blotted out the looming…
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“YOU see any with any size?” Miller asked when he…
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I woke up the next morning before Clint came around…
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“MAN!” Jack said when I got back down to camp,…
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SLOANE was much worse the next morning. Much as he…
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I got up at the usual time the next morning…
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“DAN,” Sloan gasped when I got up to him, “I’m…
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IT drizzled rain all the next day. Miller had told…
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AFTER he got back from taking Jack and Lou up…
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AT lunchtime I rode up the ridge to pick up…
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CLINT woke me the next morning, and I rolled out…
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I went straight on down into the ravine, leaving Jack…
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I don’t think either Jack or Lou said more than…
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“I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna get all…
The Parting
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AFTER she left for class the next morning I called…
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I didn’t see Stan until the next weekend. I’m not…
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ON the first of October I moved to Seattle and…
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I write a lousy letter. I always have. I knew…
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AND so, after the holidays, Clydine Stewart, the terror of…
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IT was a Thursday morning several weeks after Mother’s visit…
Epilogue
About the Author
Praise
Other Books by David Eddings
Copyright
About the Publisher
