Американские боги

           "Justpullofftheroad."

           "Ican’ttakethisthingoff-road.We’lltip."

           "It’llbefine.Takearight.Now!"

           Shadowpulledthewheeldownwithhisrighthand,andtheWinnebagolurchedandjolted.Foramomenthethoughthehadbeencorrect,thatthecamperwasgoingtotip,andthentheworldthroughthewindshielddissolvedandshimmered,likethereflectioninaclearpoolwhenthewindbrushesthesurface,andtheDakotasstretchedandshifted.

           Thecloudsandthemistandthesnowandthedayweregone.

           Nowtherewerestarsoverhead,hanginglikefrozenspearsoflight,stabbingthenightsky.

           "Parkhere,"saidWednesday."Wecanwalktherestoftheway."

           Shadowturnedofftheengine.HewentintothebackoftheWinnebago,pulledonhiscoat,hisSorelwinterboots,andhisgloves.Thenheclimbedoutofthevehicleandwaited."Okay,"hesaid."Let’sgo."

           Wednesdaylookedathimwithamusementandsomethingelse—irritationperhaps.Orpride."Whydon’tyouargue?"askedWednesday."Whydon’tyouexclaimthatit’sallimpossible?WhythehelldoyoujustdowhatIsayandtakeitallsofuckingcalmly?"

           "Becauseyou’renotpayingmetoaskquestions,"saidShadow.Andthenhesaid,realizingthetruthasthewordscameoutofhismouth,"Anyway,nothing’sreallysurprisedmesinceLaura.