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"You motherfucker," said Du Pré, "you got no right, do this to this old man. You bastards. You get your gun out slow, the others also. You drop them down. You got five seconds. Funny move, your brains are in Idaho."

"Do it," Hansen said to the other agents.

"Old man, I look for you, weeks, you old bastard, now you are here! I think you are white bones and coyote shit. Damn you!"

Madelaine ran to the old man and hugged him.

Benetse turned round and he grinned his old brown grin at Du Pré.

"I been, Canada," he said. "I left you note, you know, hanging on a bush, behind my house."

You can take this land but it makes you its own, he thought, got to be here some, it gets into your blood and bone and marrow and the dust colors your bones gold.

My country, this.

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  PETER BOWEN

WOLF, NO WOLF