Chapter 39

Dubois reached out to him. “Joe, oh, I know this is terrible news, and I know how much―”

“When you get outta here, when they come and get you, I want you to leave this place and never look back.”

“No.’’ Dubois frowned, and already, his eyes were filling. “No, no, I love you. I love you, Joe!”

“I could have spoken to Fran?ois. I could have reached out to him somehow, but I didn’t, ‘cause I’m no better than the rest of the men in here, and I don’t want you―no, you listen to me—I orderyou not to degrade yourself with that pig out there, for me, for a man like me―”

“Stop it.” Dubois’s voice broke. “Stop it, Joe. Don’t say those things.”

“When you leave here, I’m dead to you, do hear me? Dead.”

“No―”

“Do you hear me! Dead!” Joe’s voice boomed through the silence.

Fran?ois had shot himself, all alone out there, in this vast, interminable, unforgiving wilderness.

* * * *

When the morning bell rang, Joe blinked and sat up.