Then the bull reappeared. He turned unexpectedly downhill, ran clear of the pines, and barreled straight toward the startled watchers at the roadside. Five feet tall at the shoulder, with an enormous spread of antlers, he was in full flight, panicked and heedless of his surroundings. O-Six was on him again, by herself now, closing the gap in the snow. He veered away from the pavement at the last moment and began running parallel to the road.
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