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Jon

           NotuntilhewaswellbeyondthevillagedidJonslowagain.Bythenbothheandthemareweredampwithsweat.Hedismounted,shivering,hisburnedhandaching.Abankofmeltingsnowlayunderthetrees,brightinthemoonlight,watertricklingofftoformsmallshallowpools.Jonsquattedandbroughthishandstogether,cuppingtherunoffbetweenhisfingers.Thesnowmeltwasicycold.Hedrank,andsplashedsomeonhisface,untilhischeekstingled.Hisfingerswerethrobbingworsethantheyhadindays,andhisheadwaspoundingtoo.Iamdoingtherightthing,hetoldhimself,sowhydoIfeelsobad?

           Thehorsewaswelllathered,soJontooktheleadandwalkedherforawhile.Theroadwasscarcelywideenoughfortworiderstopassabreast,itssurfacecutbytinystreamsandlitteredwithstone.Thatrunhadbeentrulystupid,aninvitationtoabrokenneck.Jonwonderedwhathadgottenintohim.Washeinsuchagreatrushtodie?

           Offinthetrees,thedistantscreamofsomefrightenedanimalmadehimlookup.Hismarewhinniednervously.Hadhiswolffoundsomeprey?Hecuppedhishandsaroundhismouth."Ghost!"heshouted."Ghost,tome."Theonlyanswerwasarushofwingsbehindhimasanowltookflight.

           Frowning,Joncontinuedonhisway.Heledthemareforhalfanhour,untilshewasdry.Ghostdidnotappear.Jonwantedtomountupandrideagain,buthewasconcernedabouthismissingwolf."Ghost,"hecalledagain."Whereareyou?Tome!Ghost!"Nothinginthesewoodscouldtroubleadirewolf,evenahalf-growndirewolf,unless...

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