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t。 〃What's doing； Eddie？〃
Eddie had found himself restraining an absurd urge to hide the boss of wood behind his back。 〃Nothing；〃 he said。 〃Thought I might； you know； curve something。〃 He paused； then added： 〃I'm not very good； though。〃 He sounded as if he might be trying to reassure her of this fact。
She had looked at him； puzzled。 For a moment she seemed on the verge of saying something； then simply shrugged and left him alone。 She had no idea why Eddie seemed ashamed to be passing a little time in whittling…her father had done it all the time…but if it was something that needed to be talked about； she supposed Eddie would get to it in his own time。
He knew the guilty feelings were stupid and pointless； but he also knew he felt more fortable doing this work when Roland and Susan…nah were out of camp。 Old habits； it seemed； sometimes died hard。 Beating heroin was child's play pared to beating your childhood。
When they were away； hunting or shooting or keeping Roland's peculiar form of school； Eddie found himself able to turn to his piece of wood with surprising skill and increasing pleasure。 The shape was in there； all right； he had been right about that。 It was a simple one； and Roland's knife was setting it free with an eerie ease。 Eddie thought he was going to get almost all of it； and that meant the slingshot might actually turn out to be a practical weapon。 Not much pared to Roland's big revolvers； maybe； but something he had made himself； just the same。 His。 And this idea pleased him very much。
When the first crows rose in the air； cawing affrightedly； he did not hear。 He was already thinking…hoping…that he might see a tree with a bow trapped in it before too long。
5
HE HEARD THE BEAR approaching before Roland and Susannah did； but not much before…he was lost in that high daze of concentration which acpanies the creative impulse at its sweetest and most powerful。 He had suppressed these impulses for most of his life； and now this one held him wholly in its grip。 Eddie was a willing prisoner。
He was pulled from his daze not by the sound of falling trees but by the rapid thunder of a 。45 from the south。 He looked up； smiling； and brushed hair from his forehead with a sawdusty hand。 In that moment； sitting with his back against a tall pine in the clearing which had bee home； his face crisscrossed with opposing beams of green…gold forest light； he looked handsome indeed…a young man with unruly dark hair which constantly tried to spill across his high forehead； a young man with a strong； mobile mouth and hazel eyes。
For a moment his eyes shifted to Roland's other gun； hanging by its belt from a nearby branch； and he found himself wondering how long it had been since Roland had gone anywhere without at least one of his fabulous weapons hanging by his side。 That question led to two others。
How old was he； this man who had plucked Eddie and Susannah from their world and their whens？ And； more important； what was wrong with him？
Susannah had promised to broach that subject 。。。 if she shot well and didn't get Roland's back hair up； that was。 Eddie didn't think Roland would tell her…not at first…but it was time to let old long tall and ugly know that they knew something was wrong。
〃There'll be water if God wills it；〃 Eddie said。 He turned back to his carving with a little smile playing on his lips。 They had both begun to pick up Roland's little sayings 。 。 。 and he theirs。 It was almost as if they were halves of die same…
Then a tree fell close by in the forest； and Eddie was on his feet in a second； the half…carved slingshot in one hand； Roland's knife in the other。 He stared across the clearing in the direction of die sound； heart thumping； all his senses finally alert。 Something was ing。 Now he could hear it； trampling its heedless way through the underbrush； and he marvelled bitterly that this realization had e so late。 Far back in his mind； a small voice told him this was what he got。 This was what he got for doing something better than Henry； for making Henry nervous。
Another tree fell with a ratcheting； coughing crash。 Looking down a ragged aisle between the tall firs； Eddie saw a cloud of sawdust rise in the still air。 The creature responsible for that cloud suddenly bellowed…a raging； gut…freezing sound。
It was one huge motherfucker； whatever it was。
He dropped the chunk of wood； then flipped Roland's knife at a tree fifteen feet to his left。 It somersaulted twice in the air and then stuck halfway to the hilt in the wood； quivering。 He grabbed Roland's 。45 from the place where it hung and cocked it。
Stand or run？
But he discovered he no longer had the luxury of that question。 The thing was fast as well as huge； and it was now too late to run。 A gigantic shape began to disclose itself in that aisle of trees north of the clearing； a shape which towered above all but the tallest trees。 It was lumbering directly toward him； and as its eyes fixed upon Eddie Dean； it gave voice to another of those cries。
〃Oh man； I'm fucked；〃 Eddie whispered as another tree bent； cracked like a mortar； then crashed to the forest floor in a cloud of dust and dead needles。 Now it was lumbering straight toward the clearing where he stood； a bear die size of King Kong。 Its footfalls made the ground shake。
What will you do； Eddie？ Roland suddenly asked。 Think！ It's the only advantage you have over yon beast。 What will you do？
He didn't think he could kill it。 Maybe with a bazooka； hut probably not with the gunslinger's 。45。 He could run； but had an idea that the oning beast might be pretty fast when it wanted to be。 He guessed the chances of ending up as jam between the great bear s toes might be as high as fifty…fifty。
So which one was it going to be？ Stand here and start shooting or run like his hair was on fire and his ass was catching？
It occurred to him that there was a third choice。 He could climb。
He turned toward the tree against which he had been leaning。 It was a huge； hoary pine； easily the tallest tree in this part of the woods。 The first branch spread out over the forest floor in a feathery green fan about eight feet up。 Eddie dropped the revolver's hammer and then jammed the gun into the waistband of his pants。 He leaped for the branch； grabbed it； and did a frantic chin…up。 Behind him； the bear gave voice to another bellow as it burst into the clearing。
The bear would have had him just the same； would have left Eddie Dean's guts hanging in gaudy strings from the lowest branches of the pine； if another of those sneezing fits had not e on it at that moment。 It kicked the ashy remains of the campfire into a black cloud and then stood almost doubled over； huge front paws on its huge thighs； looking for a moment like an old man in a fur coat； an old man with a cold。 It sneezed again and again…AH…CHOW！ AH…CHOW！ AH…CHOW！…and clouds of parasites blew out of its muzzle。 Hot urine flowed in a stream between its legs and hissed out the campfire's scattered embers。
Eddie did not waste the few crucial extra moments he had been given。 He went up the tree like a monkey on a stick； pausing only once to make sure the gunslinger's revolver was still seated firmly in the waist…band of his pants。 He was in terror； already half convinced that he was going to die （what else could he expect； now that Henry wasn't around to Watch Out for him？）； but a crazy laughter raved through his head just the same。 Been treed； he thought。 How bout that； sports fans？ Been treed by Bearzilla。
The creature raised its head again； the thing turning between its ears catching winks and flashes of sunlight as it did so； then charged Eddie's tree。 It reached high with one paw and slashed forward； meaning to knock Eddie loose like a pinecone。 The paw tore through the branch he was standing on just as he lunged upward to the next。 That paw tore through one of his shoes as well； pulling it from his foot and sending it flying in two ragged pieces。
That's okay； Eddie thought。 You can have em both； Br'er Bear； if you want。 Goddam things were worn out； anyway。
The bear roared and lashed at the tree； cutting deep wounds in its ancient bark； wounds which bled clear； resinous sap。 Eddie kept on yanking himself up。 The branches were thinning now； and when he risked a glance down he stared directly into the bear's muddy eyes。 Below its cocked head； the clearing had bee a target with the scattered smudge of campfire as its bullseye。
〃Missed me； you hairy motherf…〃 Eddie began； and then the bear； its head still cocked back to look at him； sneezed。 Eddie was immediately drenched in hot snot that was filled with thousands of small white worms。 They wriggled frantically on his shirt； his forearms； his throat and face。
Eddie screamed in mingled surprise and revulsion。 He began to brush at his eyes and mouth； lost his balance； and just managed to hook an arm around the branch beside him in time。 He held on and raked at his skin； wiping off as much of the wormy phlegm as he could。 The bear roared and hit the tree again。 The pine rocked like a mast in a gale 。 。 。 but the fresh claw…marks which appeared were at least seven feet below the branch on which Eddie's feet were planted。
The worms were dying； he realized…must have begun dying as soon as they left the infected swamps inside the monster's body。 It made him feel a little better； and he began to climb again。 He stopped twelve feet further up； daring to go no higher。 The trunk of the pine； easily eight feet in diameter at its base； was now no more than eighteen inches through the middle。 He had distributed his weight on two branches； but he could feel both of them bending springily beneath him。 He had a crow's nest view of the forest and foothills to the west now； spread out below him in an undulating carpet。 Under other circumstances； it would have been a view to relish。
Top of the world； Ma； he thought。 He looked down into the bear's upturned face again； and for a moment all…coherent thought was driven from his mind by simple amazement。
There was something growing out of the bear's skull； and to Eddie it looked like a small radar…dish。
The gadget turned jerkily； kicking up flashes of sun as it did； and Eddie could hear it screaming thinly。 He had owned a few old cars in his time…the kind that sat in the used…car lots with the words HANDYMAN'S SPECIAL soaped on the windshields…and he thought the sound ing from that gadget was the sound of bearings which will freeze up if they are not replaced soon。
The bear uttered a long； purring growl。 Yellowish foam； thick with worms； squeezed between its paws in curdled gobbets。 If he had never looked into the face of utter lunacy （and he supposed he had； having been eyeball to eyeball with that world…class bitch Detta Walker on more than one occasion）； Eddie was looking into it now 。 。 。 but that face was； thankfully； a good thirty feet below him； and at their highest reach those killing talons were fifteen feet under the soles of his feet。 And； unlike the trees upon which the bear had vented its spleen as it approached the clearing； this one was not dead。
〃Mexican standoff； honey； Eddie panted。 He wiped sweat from his forehead with one sap…sticky hand and flicked the mess down into the bugbear's face。
Then the creature the Old People had called Mir embraced the tree with its great forepaws and began to shake it。 Eddie grabbed the trunk and held on for dear life； eyes squeezed into grim slits； as the pine began to sway back and forth like a pendulum。
6
ROLAND HALTED AT THE EDGE of the clearing。 Susannah； perched on his shoulders； stared unbelievingly across the open space。 The creature stood at the base of the tree where Eddie had been when the two of them left the clearing forty…five minutes ago。 She could see only chunks and sections of its body through the screen of branches and dark green needles。 Roland's other gunbelt lay beside one of the monster's feet。 The holster； she saw； was empty。
〃My God；〃 she murmured。
The bear screamed like a distraught woman and began shaking the tree。 The branches lashed as if in a high wind。 Her eyes skated upward and she saw a dark form near the top。 Eddie was hugging the trunk