THE SNOW knotted in lit patches on both sides of a road from the airport, and the sun burned the edges. Engines whined overhead and tires wheezed on the runway. Terry quit walking, and put on the blue snow hat. He took the dope in a film can and the metal pipe from his right sock. The wind was stiff and it was hard to light. He pulled fast. The metal burned his lips. He held his breath for as long as he could, made sure it got at his blood. He stood by the side of the road and held one hand up.