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You have to lock me up； Jack； Wolf had said。 Have to lock me up good。 Because if I get out； I'll hurt anything I can run down and catch hold of。 Even you； Jack。 Even you。 So you have to lock me up and keep me locked up； no matter what I do or what I say。 Three days； Jack； until the moon starts to get thin again。 Three days 。 。 。 even four； if you're not pletely sure。
Yes； but where？ It had to be someplace away from people； so no one would hear Wolf if…when； he amended reluctantly…he began to howl。 And it had to be someplace a lot stronger than the shed they had been staying in。 If Jack used his fine new ten…dollar padlock on the door of that place； Wolf would bust right out through the back。
Where？
He didn't know； but he knew he had only six hours to find a place 。 。 。 maybe less。
Jack began to hurry along even faster。
6
They had passed several empty houses to e this far； had even spent the night in one； and Jack watched all the way back from Daleville for the signs of lack of occupancy： for blank uncovered windows and FOR SALE signs； for grass grown as high as the second porch step and the sense of lifelessness mon to empty houses。 It was not that he hoped he could lock Wolf into some farmer's bedroom for the three days of his Change。 Wolf would be able to knock down the door of the shed。 But one farmhouse had a root cellar； that would have worked。
A stout oaken door set into a grassy mound like a door in a fairy tale； and behind it a room without walls or ceiling…an underground room； a cave no creature could dig its way out of in less than a month。 The cellar would have held Wolf； and the earthen floor and walls would have kept him from injuring himself。
But the empty farmhouse； and the root cellar； must have been at least thirty or forty miles behind them。 They would never make it back there in the time remaining before moonrise。 And would Wolf still be willing to run forty miles； especially for the purpose of putting himself in a foodless solitary confinement； so close to the time of his Change？
Suppose； in fact； that too much time had passed。 Suppose that Wolf had e too close to the edge and would refuse any sort of imprisonment？ What if that capering； greedy underside of his character had climbed up out of the pit and was beginning to look around this odd new world； wondering where the food was hiding？ The big padlock threatening to rip the seams out of Jack's pocket would be useless。
He could turn around； Jack realized。 He could walk back to Daleville and keep on going。 In a day or two he'd be nearly to Lapel or Cicero； and maybe he would work an afternoon at a feed store or get in some hours as a farmhand； make a few dollars or scrounge a meal or two； and then push all the way to the Illinois border in the next few days。 Illinois would be easy； Jack thought…he didn't know how he was going to do this； exactly； but he was pretty sure he could get to Springfield and the Thayer School only a day or two after he made it into Illinois。
And； Jack puzzled as he hesitated a quarter…mile down the road from the shed； how would he explain Wolf to Richard Sloat？ His old buddy Richard； in his round glasses and ties and laced cordovans？ Richard Sloat was thoroughly rational and； though very intelligent； hard…headed。 If you couldn't see it； it probably didn't exist。 Richard had never been interested in fairy tales as a child； he had remained unexcited by Disney films about fairy godmothers who turned pumpkins into coaches； about wicked queens who owned speaking mirrors。 Such conceits were too absurd to snare Richard's six…year…old （or eight…year…old； or ten…year…old） fancy…unlike； say； a photograph of an electron microscope。 Richard's enthusiasm had embraced Rubik's Cube； which he could solve in less than ninety seconds； but Jack did not think it would go so far as to accept a six…foot…five； sixteen…year…old werewolf。
For a moment Jack twisted helplessly on the road…for a moment he almost thought that he would be able to leave Wolf behind and get on with his journey toward Richard and then the Talisman。
What if I'm the herd？ he asked himself silently。 And what he thought of was Wolf scrambling down the bank after his poor terrified animals； throwing himself into the water to rescue them。
7
The shed was empty。 As soon as Jack saw the door leaning open he knew that Wolf had taken himself off somewhere； but he scrambled down the side of the gully and picked his way through the trash almost in disbelief。 Wolf could not have gone farther than a dozen feet by himself； yet he had done so。 'I'm back；' Jack called。 'Hey； Wolf？ I got the lock。' He knew he was talking to himself； and a glance into the shed con…firmed this。 His pack lay on a little wooden bench； a stack of pulpy magazines dated 1973 stood beside it。 In one corner of the windowless wooden shed odd lengths of deadwood had been carelessly heaped； as if someone had once half…heartedly made a stab at squirreling away firewood。 Otherwise the shed was bare。 Jack turned around from the gaping door and looked helplessly up the banks of the gully。
Old tires scattered here and there among the weeds； a bundle of faded and rotting political pamphlets still bearing the name LUGAR； one dented blue…and…white Connecticut license plate； beer…bottles with labels so faded they were white 。 。 。 no Wolf。 Jack raised his hands to cup his mouth。 'Hey； Wolf！ I'm back！' He expected no reply； and got none。 Wolf was gone。
'Shit；' Jack said； and put his hands on his hips。 Conflicting emotions； exasperation and relief and anxiety； surged through him。 Wolf had left in order to save Jack's life…that had to be the meaning of his disappearance。 As soon as Jack had set off for Daleville； his partner had skipped out。 He had run away on those tireless legs and by now was miles away； waiting for the moon to e up。 By now； Wolf could be anywhere。
This realization was part of Jack's anxiety。 Wolf could have taken himself into the woods visible at the end of the long field bordered by the gully； and in the woods gorged himself on rabbits and fieldmice and whatever else might live there； moles and badgers and the whole cast of The Wind in the Willows。 Which would have been dandy。 But Wolf just might sniff out the livestock； wherever it was； and put himself in real danger。 He might also； Jack realized； sniff out the farmer and his family。 Or； even worse； Wolf might have worked his way close to one of the towns north of them。 Jack couldn't be sure； but he thought that a transformed Wolf would probably be capable of slaughtering at least half a dozen people before somebody finally killed him。
'Damn； damn； damn；' Jack said； and began to climb up the far side of the gully。 He had no real hopes of seeing Wolf…he would probably never see Wolf again； he realized。 In some small…town paper； a few days down the road； he'd find a horrified description of the carnage caused by an enormous wolf which had apparently wandered into Main Street looking for food。 And there would be more names。 More names like Thielke； Heidel； Hagen 。 。 。
At first he looked toward the road； hoping even now to see Wolf's giant form skulking away to the east…he wouldn't want to meet Jack returning from Daleville。 The long road was as deserted as the shed。
Of course。
The sun； as good a clock as the one he wore on his wrist； had slipped well below its meridian。
Jack turned despairingly toward the long field and the edge of the woods behind it。 Nothing moved but the tips of the stubble； which bent before a chill wandering breeze。
HUNT CONTINUES FOR KILLER WOLF； a headline would read； a few days down the road。
Then a large brown boulder at the edge of the woods did move； and Jack realized that the boulder was Wolf。 He had hunkered down on his heels and was staring at Jack。
'Oh； you inconvenient son of a bitch；' Jack said； and in the midst of his relief knew that a part of him had been secretly delighted by Wolf's departure。 He stepped toward him。
Wolf did not move； but his posture somehow intensified； became more electric and aware。 Jack's next step required more courage than the first。
Twenty yards farther； he saw that Wolf had continued to change。 His hair had bee even thicker； more luxuriant； as if it had been washed and blow…dried； and now Wolf's beard really did seem to begin just beneath his eyes。 He entire body； hunkered down as it was； seemed to have bee wider and more powerful。 His eyes； filled with liquid fire； blazed Halloween orange。
Jack made himself go nearer。 He nearly stopped when he thought he saw that Wolf now had paws instead of hands； but a moment later realized that his hands and fingers were pletely covered by a thatch of coarse dark hair。 Wolf continued to gaze at him with his blazing eyes。 Jack again halved the distance between them； then paused。 For the first time since he had e upon Wolf tending his flock beside a Territories stream； he could not read his expression。 Maybe Wolf had bee too alien for that already； or maybe all the hair simply concealed too much of his face。 What he was sure of was that some strong emotion had gripped Wolf。
A dozen feet away he stopped for good and