It was an iron cage and, sitting silently, inside it was Iron John.
and strode towards him; a silent gray dog walked at his side. The
needed one now for the publicity pix. The miracle workers of
I remember pulling the trigger-then suddenly you are holding the
around the city, just this single one in the middle. I pointed to it.
stranger. Let the flock graze.
Empty on all sides, nothing at all ahead, I reported to Floyd. So
Steengo hefted his ax and glowered. Ready as well ever be. I just
the barrel of his weapon grinding into my side.
corridors, more bricks-and another door. It opened into misty