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it has to scratch to tell you what they want."  The dog was out most of the day with the Rousells and now wanted out again.
           Bradley refilled her glass with Chardonnay.
           "Tater stays out all night sometimes," she commented on her return.  "I suspect she's with Butch and Thad during the day.  I have no idea what she does at night."
           "You don't have to keep the dog anymore.  I'm sure I could find her a good home.  I meet a lot of farmers.  Tater would love it on a farm.  A lot of people would love a dog that doesn't bark."
           "Naaa.  I've gotten attached to her.  Besides, Barry loved that animal.  I couldn't give her away."
           "So, tell me more about this Wizard in the Vermont Covenant?" Bradley asked.
           "Hardly anyone in our covenant has seen him.  Feds have been trying to stop his CB radio broadcasts for over six months.  The Wizard designed a communication link to connect the Vermont and New Hampshire Covenants."  Her voice raised in excitement, "They're setting it up right now."
           Helen reflected on what had first attracted her to Bradley.  He still looked handsome: six-foot two with thick black hair, athletically built--a large, solid jaw his most defining feature.  He made her feel protected.  Talking to someone filled the lonely void tragedy had left behind.
           Romance captured her and held her firmly in familiar arms.  Helen couldn't remember Bradley this affectionate, she followed the route passion took her.
     
           She slept breathing heavily, again reliving the Dixville scene in a struggle to give Barry life in the back of Max's truck.  She wiped sticky blood on her dress and reached back to find her son's face, to breathe life into him again.  The smell of raw gut permeated the air as she groped about the bed, searching.  At last she realized where she was.  It took a second to recall the night's events, then she noticed Bradley wasn't in bed any more.  Car lights glowed beyond the trees.  She slipped on her robe to investigate.
           Though Helen knew the trail that went by Barry's lean-to, it took awhile for her eyes to adjust.  She crept toward the light slowly.  Late November air chilled her to the core; her sweat-soaked gown stiffened from the cold.  She watched Bradley talk to the men in the white car.  The rear license plate was intact; locals clipped the upper right corner of the plate.  "You bastard!" she mumbled.  Bradley was one of the Feds--the people responsible for the murder of her son.
           Something moved in the brush near her.  Tater sat a few feet away and watched the same scene with interest.  Like the Rousell brothers, the dog had become a survivor, reverting to her roots with the wild.  "Let's go, girl," said Helen.  "We've seen enough."  Helen went back to the house, changed into a clean gown and went back to bed.
           Bradley skulked in five minutes later and dropped his pants before slipping under the sheets.  Helen lay awake in bed for an hour until she was certain he was asleep.
           Then she slipped out, donned hiking clothes and boots, and grabbed a flashlight.  She and Tater hiked toward Max's deer camp at Van Dyck summit.  Max had been working all day setting up the communication link between the covenants.  After making several wrong turns, Helen finally followed the dog to Max's camp.
           "The Feds know about The Wizard," blurted Helen as she burst into the room.
           Max could hardly see who it was at first.  Luckily he recognized the voice; he lowered his shotgun.  "How'd they find out?  Do they know I'm here at the camp, or what?"
           "They just know The Wizard is in the area," said Helen, nearly crying.  "I'm so sorry!  I'm so sorry!"
           "The Wizard left already."  Max pulled a chair over, "Sit down.  Now, collect your thoughts," he insisted.  "Tell us