quot; and s pants, dark blue—op Caylors.  back of ter dinner last nig ill lig. And t; urned to ;I tried calling you all over t;

    Oscar pursed ;Im so sorry, man. I  getting ;

    George began o t;No time for recriminations. eve got a missing kid to find.quot;

    Off  to toget in t. truck bumped and rattled along a firebreak cut timberline, and o a stop in a cloud of dust. team  a mile due  from my  as far into t as to drive toment leaned against ttle of cola in enormous gulps,  arce s. Our party got out of t smell of rolled among toain, ted us. Grassfall, angle of ure of t. I follo pat tain and ruck until t.

    A bloodance, taking up a scent. e trudged along single file for several  by ternoon. Every fes, someone  for ting in t. e were ced wop of a small rise.

    quot;tting us no; ?quot;

    t, I could not counter  seeming a coward.

    quot;Lets meet back  nine.quot; itermined sobriety, Oscar studied tcing off moments to ed and cime go by.

    quot;Four ty,quot;  last.

    quot;Ive got four ty-five,quot; said George.

    And almost simultaneously, I said, quot;ty after.quot;

    quot;ty-five of five,quot; said Jimmy.

    Leo ;ts funny—my copped.quot; ared at its face. quot;Seven ty. ts rig.quot;

    Eac t of temporal confusion. Oscar resumed ching.

    quot;Okay, okay, on my signal, set your c is noy-five.quot;

    e fiddled ems and dials. I ime was sucer all.

    quot;e direction. George and Jimmy, you e to eac; ed by