bond turned and looked into the broad yellow face below the crinkly hair . so they ran against the cold , biting wind that sailed across the icy plains , whistling through the scrubby pines and boulders that dotted the valley . but then , i would n't have this garden , would i ? '' you want the time to organize your thoughts . he hugged him again and patted him hard on the back . `` well , at least you 're consistent . '' bad ideas get people killed , understand ? 