THE JUMPING-OFF POINT
He showed me long before what
he intended to do. The Hell's Gate
trestle, or whatever they call that,
where the trains by Riverdale run
the river. (Dale, I just didn't believe
you'd do it). Now, he's gone.
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A head, splattered like silk, on the
river-rocks below. All crumpled
from the last meander.
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