“You see that spot right by the marker post?” Olson said suddenly. They all looked. The breeze made moving shadow-patterns across the road. Garraty didn’t know if he saw anything or not. “That’s from the Long Walk the year before last,” Olson said with grim satisfaction. “Kid was so scared he just froze up at nine o’clock.” They considered the horror of it silently. “Just couldn’t move. He took his three warnings and then at 9:02 AM they gave him his ticket. Right there by the starting post.”
