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Tod was a little amused by Kurtz. “You’re doing it the wrong way.” He kind of smirked when he said it.
Kurtz looked up at him and fear crept through his eyes. There was something wrong with the kid today. He didn’t quite have that way about him. But it didn’t really matter. He was going to kill himself with all that black powder and Tod couldn’t sit by and watch and even though he swore not to destroy anything ever again, he knew that if Will killed himself and he stood by and let him, it would be worse. They could always build a new damned bridge if they wanted one over this lake so badly. They couldn’t put the kid back together again if he blew himself all to hell. So when Tod saw him carting all that black powder down to the lake, he took a good hard look at his oath and realized that it only served him. If he could help Will Kurtz blow the bridge, maybe it would help him heal and then maybe Tod could heal as well. He decided that he wasn’t really destroying anything at all. He was helping. He was rebuilding. He could live with that. So he went back to his cabin and gathered his blasting supplies.
“If you do it that way, you’ll kill yourself and the bridge will still be here. Why don’t you let me help?”
Kurtz nodded and smiled grimly.
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