All he knew for sure was that it had been a mighty fart and an even mightier belch, the sort of thing you could ya The thing up there slithered again. Owen turned him around again and boosted him into the Sno-Cat's passenger seat, pushing him past a hanging canvas flap that smelled strongly of motor oil. And the dead ones were there instead of the living ones.
He skied around to the passenger side, following Pete's tracks, then froze in the act of loosening the ski bindings. What— No time, Billy. Mr Gray took several deep breaths, coaxing this sick and unhappy body back to something resembling calm. “Larry, you’re maundering.
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