T
he
n
e
x
t d
a
y
Rob
b
y
M
a
c
k m
a
n
a
g
e
d to
e
v
a
de
the
c
u
r
ious to
w
nsp
e
ople
b
y
e
s
ca
pi
n
g
to the
c
ount
r
y
.
H
e
d
ec
id
e
d to
go b
ac
k
a
nd
c
h
ec
k out
T
a
g
g
e
r
t
F
a
r
ms
f
or
hims
e
l
f
.
H
e
didn
’
t, ho
we
v
er
,
c
ount on a
f
ul
l
y
s
t
af
f
e
d
o
p
era
tion.
T
h
e
r
e
w
e
r
e
w
o
r
k
er
s
e
v
e
r
y
w
h
e
re
, in the
f
i
e
lds pi
c
king
p
r
od
u
ce
, in the
o
rc
h
ar
ds pi
c
ki
n
g
a
ppl
e
s,
g
u
y
s lo
a
di
n
g
t
r
u
c
k
s.
T
h
e
y
m
a
nn
e
d the
v
e
g
e
t
a
ble
st
a
nd,
w
hi
c
h m
ea
nt he
h
a
d to
f
o
r
e
g
o
t
he
fr
ont
g
a
t
e
.
H
e
p
ar
k
e
d a
h
a
l
f
mile
do
w
n the
r
o
a
d pulling
o
f
f
i
nto a
s
ce
nic
ov
e
r
h
a
n
g
,
a
sp
ec
t
ac
ul
a
r
spot to sit
a
nd t
a
ke
in the
o
ce
a
n
a
nd the
ho
r
i
z
on.
Gra
b
b
ing
his
g
un
fr
om the
g
lo
v
e
bo
x
, he
g
ot out of his
car
,
we
nt o
v
e
r
to the
c
li
ff
s just
f
or
the
h
e
ll of
i
t
a
nd took in the
r
o
c
k
y
b
e
ac
h b
e
lo
w
.
I
t h
a
d to
b
e
a
thi
r
t
y
-
f
oot
d
r
op to the
s
ea
s
c
a
p
e
.
I
t d
i
dn
’
t t
a
ke
long
f
or
him to
g
e
t bo
r
e
d thou
g
h
a
nd
f
or
him to lose
int
ere
st in the
s
ce
n
e
r
y
.
H
e
h
a
d to
re
m
e
mb
e
r
the
rea
s
o
n h
e
’
d m
a
de
the
t
r
ip h
er
e
in the
f
i
r
st pl
a
ce.
J
o
gg
i
n
g
b
a
c
k to
w
h
e
r
e
the
w
hite
fe
n
c
e
m
a
r
k
e
d the
e
nd of
the
p
r
o
p
er
t
y
, he
v
a
ult
e
d ov
e
r the
ra
iling
a
nd took o
f
f
t
h
r
ou
g
h
a
c
l
e
ar
i
n
g
until he
g
ot to the
c
ov
e
r
o
f
w
o
o
ds.
Rob
b
y
wa
l
k
e
d the
su
rr
o
u
nding
a
r
ea
, s
p
y
i
n
g
on the
w
o
r
k
er
s, hidi
n
g
b
e
hind
t
ree
s or
stumps or
w
h
a
t
e
v
e
r
he
c
ould.
O
nl
y
w
h
e
n
h
e
m
a
de
his
w
a
y
c
los
e
r
to the
b
ar
n, did
h
e
ca
t
c
h s
i
g
ht of
his t
ar
g
e
t.
B
e
nn
e
tt
w
a
s shi
r
tl
e
ss.
T
he
s
car
s on his
c
h
e
st visibl
e
, the
s
c
a
r
s h
e’
d put th
e
re
. A
fee
li
n
g
of s
a
tis
fac
tion mov
e
d th
r
o
u
g
h him kno
w
i
n
g
h
e’
d t
r
i
e
d to t
a
ke
the
m
a
n do
w
n
o
n
c
e
b
ef
o
re
.
H
e mi
g
ht
’
ve
f
a
il
e
d
a
t it, but
a
t l
ea
st h
e’
d t
r
i
e
d.
T
h
a
t
h
a
d to
c
ount
f
or
som
e
thi
n
g
.
H
e
w
ouldn
’
t m
a
ke the
s
a
me
mist
a
k
e
s h
e’
d
m
ad
e
t
ha
t d
a
y
in the
c
h
u
r
c
h
w
h
e
n h
e
’
d
wa
it
e
d too
l
a
te
to tu
r
n the
g
un on
B
e
nn
e
tt.