dge of the Scout's bumper flirted past her with perhaps no more than an inch of snowy air between it and her face. ' From the two pushed-together trailers there emerged two hurrying men with a stretcher between them. He was wearing an orange hunting coat and deer season hadn't started yet in Massachusetts, but that could have been nothing. The thought slipped through his panic.
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