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By Jack Joseph Smith
their walking would take them down from the expan-
sive vantage-point. Actually the shotgun man had
made a fairly wide circle-sweep when he had first
stepped out of the car, but Prankster had seem it
as merely an attempt at being a sentinel...
But now it was to late; and Prankster decidely
kept his emotions to the barren, close to the earth,
twisted nature of things, which heaved out of the separ-
ation between ocean and desert along the mountains
North of Los Angeles.
First they passed a shack. Then another. More like
lean too's these. Raw wood worn, then colored with
time by tiny bits of red windclay. Then they approa-
ched a small village of shacks, that were standing
on stilts. He supposed the stilts were for keeping
out snakes, and other wild life that moved close to
the ground. So this was not a medow at all, but a
walked down sod street.
Across from the row of shacks, about fifty yards
due west was a grove of low twisting trees. (Madrone)
and Prankster thought the trunks and branches of the
trees twisted like snakes. Knarled and wild they were,
and somehow being of a STRANGE principle to the SECRET people here,