4) Standard work boot, no 45 or 46... Theo, the old smoker. You think you even see a tiny fleck of cigarette ash inside the print...
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4) Standard work boot, no 45 or 46... Theo, the old smoker. You think you even see a tiny fleck of cigarette ash inside the print...
6) An aberration -- light as air. Even pace. Same make of boot, but no 41.
There are eight pairs of tracks in the mud. Three stick out, but...
You're not bad. It's as if the whole world darkens, everything else has a thin film of unimportance on it -- and the tracks burn in the middle of it, in a strange, beautiful way.
7) The glowing outline of a standard work boot, no 46. But the imprints are twice as deep as the others -- the weight exceeds 200 kilograms.
7) The glowing outline of a standard work boot, no 46. The imprints are twice as deep as the others -- the weight exceeds 200 kilograms. Fat-Angus -- carrying something?
1) Standard work boot, steel reinforced toes, no 46. Just like Titus was wearing in his booth. This is the big dick -- Titus Hardie. The one with the ball cap on his head.
Eight pairs of boots have shuffled back and forth in the mud.
6) Light as air. Same make of boot, but no 41. Small like a rat? Shanky!
Correct again. Sub-zero temperatures would preserve the tracks in a good state. The commotion here could have taken place a week ago.
Better late than never, detective. The whole world is dark and the tracks burn in it with strange beauty.
Of course, there were eight tracks! But there are only seven Hardie boys.
You don't know. It's a miracle you can tell the prints apart as it is. The cold must have preserved them.
8) And yet another standard work boot, no 44. There's an aberration in the pattern of the sole, however. The right sole is smoother, more worn.