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He stood for a moment, holding Jonesy's bad right leg a little off the ground like a horse with a stone in its hoof, bracing himself against the locked shaft-house door. 4When he heard the whicker of moving brush and the soft snap of a twig — sounds he never questioned were th Owen passed it on, then flicked his chin to the left. '7Henry stood in the thickening snow, turned away from the worst of the wind and looking over his left shoulder at the Winnebago, waiting for Underhill to come back out.

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