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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
SomehowIbititback.
"Thosearmykids,"Imanaged.
"FromtheArrowheadProject,"Olliesaid."Sure"
Somethingcoldwasthrustintomyhand.Thebeercan."Drinkthis.Youneedit."
Idrainedthecancompletelydry.
Olliesaid,"IcamebacktoseeifwehadanyextracartridgesforthatgasgrillMr.McVeyhasbeenusing.Isawtheseguys.ThewayIfigure,theymusthavegottenthenoosesreadyandstoodontopofthosetwopilesofcartons.Theymusthavetiedtheirhandsforeachotherandthenbalancedeachotherwhiletheysteppedthroughthelengthofropebetweentheirwrists.So...sothattheirhandswouldbebehindthem,youknow.Then-thisisthewayIfigure-theystucktheirheadsintothenoosesandpulledthemtightbyjerkingtheirheadstooneside.Maybeoneofthemcountedtothreeandtheyjumpedtogether.Idon’tknow."
"Itcouldn’tbedone,"Isaidthroughadrymouth.Buttheirhandsweretiedbehindthem,allright.Icouldn’tseemtotakemyeyesawayfromthat.
"Itcould.Iftheywantedtobadenough,David,theycould."
"Butwhy?"
"Ithinkyouknowwhy.Notanyofthetourists,thesummerpeople-likethatguyMiller-buttherearepeoplefromaroundherewhocouldmakeaprettydecentguess.
"TheArrowheadProject?"
Olliesaid,"IstandbyoneofthoseregistersalldaylongandIhearalot.AllthisspringI’vebeenhearingthingsaboutthatdamnedArrowheadthing,noneofitgood.Theblackiceonthelakes-"
IthoughtofBillGiostileaninginmywindow,blowingwarmalcoholinmyface.Notjustatoms,butdifferentatoms.
