he took in this view one last time before turning from the window, and headed back down the road, away from the dead end, until he cut clear through town, until the upper beams of King Philip’s Bridge rose over the outskirts, which led him to stand, only minutes later, under its rail ties, and now he was here, in this house where Grazina was sleeping just a few feet away, and he was still in possession of his one wild and precious life.
