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"And where was that?"

"In the past They knew they could never coy, so they kept it simple So simple it was invisible to us They relied on our hubris, our certainty that state-of-the-art technology would protect us"

The two men’s voices were low, like conspirators, or storytellers It felt as it ether across fires and told tales

"What was their plan?"

"Two truck bo to drive the forward toward the story and the storyteller, leaned sloay He felt his back against the cold stone wall A wall built before the Cree knew of the disaster approaching A disaster they would even assist, guiding the Europeans to the ays Helping them collect the pelts

Too late, the Cree had realized they’d made a terrible mistake

And now, hundreds of years later soe trucks filled with explosives along a perfectly paved ribbon of road through a forest that had once been theirs Toward a dah

They would destroy it And thees The forests, the anione They would unleash a torrent that would sweep it all away

In the hopes that finally someone would hear their calls for help

"That’s what they were told, anyway," said the Chief, suddenly weary, wishing now he could sleep

"What happened?" whispered Toot there in time Stopped them"

"Were they--?"

"Killed?" Gamache nodded "Yes Both shot dead But the dam was saved"

Tom Hancock found hi Cree men were used You mean this wasn’t their idea?"

"No, no more than it was the truck’s idea Whoever did this chose things ready to explode The bombs made by them and the Cree made by us"

"But ere they? If the two Cree men were used by the bombers, then who planned all this? Who was behind it?"