4Reynolds rode out to Citgo the following day, galloping with a scarf wrapped around his face so only his eyes peered out. Sheemie, still mostly asleep, reached back and pushed the muzzle away. Outside, the sun was coming up. “I’m holding you to your promise, Roland.
”Eddie started pushing Susannah along the smooth macadam of the parking lot again, pointing to cars as they passed them. And—”“And he’s confident,” Susannah said. “No! It will not stand!” he cried in a voice that made gooseflesh ripple the skin of the other two boys; that was not Roland’s voice at all, at least not as he was now; that was the voice of a man. With no one to tend it through the hot Midwestern summer, it had run to riot; with no one to tend it this fall, it had run to seed.
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