The cords stood out on his neck like that--like my little finger.
"Then suddenly he changed his mind and said we'd go to the office.

That took us along the road that runs through the poplar grove.

It happened there.

I'm not much of a girl's man, Kent, and I'd be a fool to try to tell you what she looked like.

But there she was, standing in the path not ten feet ahead of us, and she stopped me in my tracks as quick as though she'd sent a shot into me.