' Kurtz nodded matter-of-factly. He had fallen low. He could see neither of them breathing and thought they had actually died together — Duddits of his leukemia, Henry perhaps of a heart attack If he had been in control, Jonesy knew, his heart would have been hammering like hell.
The world around him was only three colors: the deep gray of the sky, the deep green of the firs, and the perfect unblemished white of the new snow. ' Kurtz's lips twitched in a smile. ' More bullets spanged off the 'Cat's treads, its body. Looks like the joke's on you.
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