not much to pick from , just rows of wheat beside bare fields of rock , grain towers , a couple of barns and endless telephone poles . everything was quiet , so i walked three blocks east to the side street where i 'd parked my own car . on the other hand , they might rush him without hesitation and tear him to bloody shreds . across the room , luther looked at her , too . i dont need your voice of reason i know what i am better than you do . 