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As soon as he was released on bail arranged by his
brother's lawyer, Henry had left to look for his wife,
Chin Lam. There was no way to reach her except to
find her. He had left on foot because his truck was
parked at a station in Madder, and there was no one he
cared to ask to come get him. Besides, a seven-mile
walk was nothing to him. He moved without thinking.
He wore his boots and green fatigue pants and a white
T-shirt and carried a folded grocery bag packed with
his other belongings. The sharp, thin planes of his face
(that face that had reminded A.A. Hayes of the young
male invaders moving west to trade trinkets for land and
gold), the tan, creased lines, the hard mouth and coldcolored
eyes were tense with anger. Henry was angry
at everyone, at Hawk Haig and Raoul Treeca for
putting him in jail, at his brother, Arn, for buying him
out, at his wife for not being there when he was
released, at Connecticut for stopping the highway that
paid his wages, at everyone who found jobs when he
couldn't, at prices for being too high, at himself for not
being able to make it and for being alive when so many
he had known briefly in the jungle had by the mischance