I understood that. It was like an old man. ”Much later, Jerold took me aside and said, “Serita would have been proud of you. She got more frightenedevery day.
” I helped him to the wickyup, and put him on his back on the airmattress. Inside that fence, the bivouac areaseemed somehow—wrong. “ The Pit Boss grinned; it was a leathery grin;something composed of stretched muscles and conditioned reflexes, totally mirthless. Not an incredibly old man; obsolete, spavined; not as worn as the sway-backedstone steps ascending the Pyramid of the Sun to an ancient temple; not yet a relic.
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