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Even though the wind blew — even though the snow was lifted from the ground
and blown around their feet, the Indians did not make any motion to depart. They
stood and stared at all the faces — ghosts through the frosted glass. Their eyes ...
Why were they standing here in this snow, in these black, black clothes and
blowing veils, listening to the wailing pipes and nodding at one another —
shaking one another's hands as if to congratulate themselves that all their sons
had gone ...
It also began to snow. 1:00 p.m. Robert slowly tilted his head to one side. He had
lain completely still for three hours. The back of his neck was numb. He slid his
hand up under his cheek. The glove made it feel like a stranger's hand. His hair ...
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