He was no more than thirty or forty yards from the bear. Thin milk, Clara thought--and no wonder, for the woman probably hadn't eaten a decent meal in months. Now Ermoke was in the mood to gamble, and he reached over and shook the young man, trying to get him to agree, but the young man looked sullenly at the ground. They weren't yelling, and they didn't seem excited.
Well, if he ain't careful he deserves it, Roscoe said. It was only when he looked up and had a small hailstone peck at his cheek that he realized what was happening. You sneaking son of a bitch, who do you think you are? Dan said. The silence was heavy.
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