"You better drink before you freeze," she said. "That darned stove takes so long to heat up."
She turned to her husband.
"Norm, what's wrong?"
Norm Boody grimaced.
"Man dead down the road. Something mauled him. Killed before the snow came this evening. Earl most ran over him."
The room was deathly silent for a moment. Then the woman's voice came, almost in a sob.
"Norm, Norm, it wasn't Bill, was it?"
Robinson said quickly:
"It wasn't Bill. I saw the face. No one I've ever seen before."