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           "

           Louis,whoknewonlythattheWendigowassupposedtobeaspiritofthenorthcountry,said,"Doyouthinktheground’sgonesour?"

           Judsmiledoratleasthislipsslanted."Ithinkit’sadangerousplace,"hesaidsoftly,"butnotforcatsordogsorpethamsters.Goonandburyyouranimal,Louis."

           LouisloweredtheHeftyBagintotheholeandslowlyshoveledthedirtbackin.Hewascoldnowandtired.Thepatteroftheearthontheplasticwasadepressingsound,andwhilehedidnotregretcominguphere,thatsenseofexhilarationwasfading,andhehadbeguntowishtheadventureover.Itwasalongwalkbackhome.

           Thepatteringsoundmuffled,thenstoppedtherewasonlythewhumpofdirtonmoredirt.Hescrapedthelastbitintotheholewiththebladeofhisshovel(there’sneverenough,hethought,recallingsomethinghisundertakerunclehadsaidtohimatleastathousandyearsago,neverenoughtofilltheholeupagain)andthenturnedtoJud.

           "Yourcairn,"Judsaid.

           "Look,Jud,I’mprettytiredand"

           "It’sEllie’scat,"Judsaid,andhisvoice,althoughsoft,wasimplacable."She’dwantyoutodoitright."

           Louissighed."Isupposeshewould,"hesaid.

           IttookanothertenminutestopileuptherocksJudhandedhim,onebyone.Whenitwasdone,therewasalow,conicalpileofstonesonChurch’sgrave,andLouisdidindeedfeelasmall,tiredpleasure.

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