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DEAD MAN'S GOLD
hour a speck appeared in the sky from the south, hovered, and then planed down. Another followed. By five o'clock six buzzards sat about the still forms, their naked necks stretched out, their eyes watchful, gradually hitching nearer with shuffling talons and half-spread wings, greed struggling with fear that this manna was not yet carrion, not yet ripe for their horrid feast.
