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19 May 1982, Nazareth, Texas
ONE21 March 1999, Nazareth, Texas
TWO27 March 1999, Liberal, Kansas
THREE25 March 1999, Dimmit, Texas
FOUR30 March 1999, Kalvesta, Kansas
FIVE30 March 1999, Gove, Kansas
SIX30 March 1999, Garden City, Kansas
SEVEN1 April 1999, Kalvesta, Kansas
EIGHT1 April 1999, Garden City, Kansas
NINE19 May 1982, Nazareth, Texas
TEN1 April 1999, Kansas
ELEVEN2 April 1999, Deerfield, Kansas
TWELVE5 April 1999, Deerfield, Kansas
THIRTEEN6 April 1999, Lydia, Kansas
FOURTEEN10 April 1999, Lincoln, Nebraska
FIFTEEN16 April 1999, Pawnee City, Nebraska
SIXTEEN4 July 1965, Tinker AFB, Oklahoma
SEVENTEEN16 April 1999, Verdon, Nebraska
EIGHTEEN16 April 1999, Verdon, Nebraska
NINETEEN16 April 1999, Verdon, Nebraska
TWENTY25 October 1966, Tinker AFB, Oklahoma
TWENTY-ONE18 April 1999, Kansas
TWENTY-TWO2 September 1977, Pueblo, Colorado
TWENTY-THREE19 April 1999, Vermillion, Kansas
TWENTY-FOUR19 April 1999, Dodge City, Kansas
TWENTY-FIVEApril 19 1999, Kansas
TWENTY-SIXApril 19 1999, Claymore, Oklahoma
TWENTY-SEVEN21 April 1999
TWENTY-EIGHT21 April 1999, Vermillion, Texas
TWENTY-NINE23 April 1999, Lubbock, Texas
THIRTY23 April 1999, Shallowater, Texas
THIRTY-ONE23 April 1999, Texas
THIRTY-TWO23 April 1999, Earth, Texas
20 May 1999, Nazareth, Texas
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He was moving along the edge of town. The boots were too big for him, the jacket bulky, heavier than he would have guessed, and the helmet kept tipping over his eyes. His heart was slapping the inside of his chest. He wasn’t even sure he was going to do it, yet. Maybe he would just look at them, at one of them. Or maybe they’d be already dead. Everywhere there was rain, and water, the sky spent. Power lines waved overhead like tree branches, and trees lay on their sides like fallen people, still reaching up for something. The root pans were gnarled and black and terrible. He held the back of his hand over his mouth, to not have to smell them.
The fireman he’d taken the jacket and boots and helmet from had been stuck in a barbed wire fence. He’d looked up at the rock coming down for him, then just taken it, as he had to. The human skull was like a dried gourd. He’d half-expected flies to mass up out of it, each one with a fraction of intelligence, emotion. Scattering. He would have chased them and eaten them and saved them inside.
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He didn’t. Instead he just asked did Gentry need him there?
“It’s a boring day, is all,” Gentry said. “What is it, Tuesday?”
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