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cross aside as if it no longer interested her。
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Paul put his hands on the wheels of the chair； not at all sure where he intended to go or what； if anything； he meant to do when he got there … to the kitchen for a knife； perhaps？ Not to try to kill her with； oh no； she would take one look at the knife in his hand and step back into the shed for her 。30…30。 Not to kill her but to defend himself from her revenge by cutting his wrists open。 He didn't know if that had been his intention or not； but it surely did seem like a hell of a good idea； because if there had ever been a time to exeunt stage left； this was it。 He was tired of losing pieces of himself to her fury。
Then he saw something which froze him in place。 The cop。
The cop was still alive。
He raised his head。 His sunglasses had fallen off。 Now Paul could see his eyes。 Now he could see how young the cop was； how young and hurt and scared。 Blood ran down his face in streams。 He managed to get to his hands and knees； fell forward； and then got painfully back up again。 He began to crawl toward his cruiser。
He worked his way halfway down the mild slope of grass between the house and the driveway； then overbalanced and fell on his back。 For a moment he lay there with his legs drawn up； looking as helpless as a turtle on its shell。 Then he slowly rolled over on his side and began the terrible job of getting to his knees again。 His uniform shirt and pants were darkening with blood … small patches were slowly spreading； meeting other patches； growing bigger still。
The Smokey reached the driveway。
Suddenly the noise of the riding lawnmower was louder。
〃Look out！〃 Paul screamed。 〃Look out； she's ing！〃 The cop turned his head。 Groggy alarm surfaced on his face； and he grappled for his gun once more。 He got it out something big and black with a long barrel and brown woodgrips … and then Annie reappeared； sitting tall in the saddle and driving the Lawnboy as fast as it would go。
〃SHOOT HER！〃 Paul screamed； and instead of shooting Annie Wilkes with his big old Dirty （birdie） Harry gun； he first fumbled； then dropped it。
He stretched out his hand for it。 Annie swerved and ran over both his reaching hand and his forearm。 Blood squirted from the Lawnboy's grass…exhaust in an amazing jet。 The kid in the trooper uniform screamed。 There was a sharp clang as the mower's whirling blade struck the pistol。 Then Annie was swerving up the side lawn； using it to turn； and her gaze fell on Paul for one second and Paul felt sure he knew what that momentary gaze meant。 First the Smokey； then him。
The kid was lying on his side again。 When he saw the mower bearing down on him he rolled over on his back and dug frantically at the driveway dirt with his heels； trying to push himself under the cruiser where she couldn't get him。 He didn't even e close。 Annie throttled the riding lawnmower up to a scream and drove it over his head。
Paul caught a last glimpse of horrified brown eyes； saw tatters of brown khaki uniform shirt hanging from an arm raised in a feeble effort at protection； and when the eyes were gone； Paul turned away。
The Lawnboy's engine suddenly lugged down and there was a series of fast； strangely liquid thudding sounds。
Paul vomited beside the chair with his eyes closed。
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He only opened them when he heard the rattle of her key in the kitchen door。 His own door was open； he watched her approach down the hall in her old brown cowboy boots and her blue…jeans with the keyring dangling from one of the belt…loops and her man's tee…shirt now spotted with blood。 He cringed away from her。 He wanted to say： If you cut anything else off me； Annie； I'm going to die。 It won't take the shock of another amputation； either。 I'll die on purpose。 But no words came out … only terrified chuffing noises that disgusted him。
She gave him no time to speak anyway。
〃I'll deal with you later；〃 she said； and pulled … his door closed。 One of her keys rattled in the lock … a new Kreig that would have defeated even Tom Twyford himself； Paul thought … and then she was striding down the hall again； the thud of her boot…heels mercifully diminishing。
He turned his head and looked dully out the window。 He could see only part of the trooper's body。 His head was still under the mower； which was； in turn； canted at a drunken angle against the cruiser。 The riding mower was a small tractor…like vehicle meant for keeping larger…than…average lawns neat and clipped。 It had not been designed to keep its balance as it passed over jutting rocks； fallen logs； or the heads of state troopers。 If the cruiser hadn't been parked exactly where it was； and if the trooper hadn't gotten exactly as close to it as he had before Annie struck him； the mower would almost surely have tipped over； spilling her off。 This might have caused her no harm at all； but it might have hurt her quite badly。
She has the luck of the devil himself； Paul thought drearily； and watched as she put the mower in neutral and then pushed it off the trooper with one hard shove。 The side of the mower squalled along the side of the cruiser and took off some paint。
Now that he was dead； Paul could look at him。 The cop looked like a big doll that has been badly treated by a gang of nasty children。 Paul felt a terrible aching sympathy for this unnamed young man； but there was another emotion mixed with that。 He examined it and was not much surprised to find it was envy。 The trooper would never go home to his wife and kids； if he had had them； but on the other hand； he had escaped Annie Wilkes。
She grabbed a bloody hand and dragged him up the driveway and through the barn doors； which stood ajar on their tracks。 When she came out； she pushed them along their tracks as far as they would go。 Then she walked back down to the cruiser。 She was moving with a calm that was almost serenity。 She started the cruiser and drove it into the barn。 When she came out again she closed the doors almost pletely； leaving a gap just wide enough for her to slip in and out。
She walked halfway down the driveway and looked around； hands on her hips。 Again Paul saw that remarkable expression of serenity。
The bottom of the mower was smeared with blood； particularly around the grass…exhaust； which was still dripping。 Little scraps of khaki uniform lay in the driveway or fluttered in the freshly cut grass of the side lawn。 There were daubs and splashes of blood everywhere。 The trooper's gun； with a long slash of bright metal now scarring its barrel； lay in the dust。 A square of stiff white paper had caught on the spines of a small cactus Annie had set out in May。 Bossie's splintered cross lay in the driveway like a ment on the whole filthy mess。
She moved out of his field of vision； heading toward the kitchen again。 When she came in he heard her singing。 〃She'll be driving six white horses when she ES！ 。 。 。 she'll be driving six white horses when she ES！ She'll be driving six white HORSES； driving six white HORSES 。 。 。 she'll be driving six white HORSES when she ES！〃 When he saw her again； she had a big green garbage bag in her hands and three or four more sticking out of the back pockets of her jeans。 Big swe