He came back to town all those times, didn’t he? And he’ll come this time too. Oh, he’ll come all right. “Hey, you’re trembling,” Shingleton said. “Just look out for Lester and them.” He could not keep from thinking about it. Legs stiff and hard to move, holding Mitch up as he and the others trudged wearily through the trees in the rain, he could not help remembering what had happened to his father, that Saturday, the six other men who had gone on the deer hunt. His father had wanted him along, but three had said he was too young, and his father had not liked the way they said it, but gave in:
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