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noon, it was impossible to make out any detail. |
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Over the course of the years, I've been witness to and part of any number of bizarre situations, so I consider myself adaptable, but I was really becoming uncomfortable with this one. The Z was a couple of hundred yards back up the trail and headed the wrong way. If we had to beat a hasty retreat, I didn't have the slightest idea how I would get it turned around and headed in the other direction. On balance, any escape effort was reduced to running like hell, and I didn't know how fast our so-called creature could run either. |
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Brenda, at this point, wasn't much help. She had worked her way over to Percy's truck to verify my disquieting news. Her shoulders were hunched forward, and she was shivering. |
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"I know you're in no mood to answer questions, but did Percy show you where any of the caves were actually located?" |
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She managed to get one hand out from under the slicker and gesture toward the rock formation to the west. "Up there," she mumbled. I had the feeling she wasn't all that certain. The shiver was too much in evidence; she wasn't thinking clearly. |
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I had about decided to save any further investigation for future periods of broad daylight. A little less chill wind, a little less grayness and a whole lot more sunshine |
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