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Chapter 8
MacandJimsharedalittlepup-tentwithnofloorcloth.Theycrawledintothelittlecaveandcurledupintheiroldcomforters.Macwhispered,"IthinkDakin’sstraight,butheisn’ttakingorders."
"Youdon’tthinkhe’lltrytogetusoutofhere,doyou,Mac?"
"Hemight.Idon’tthinkhewill.Bytomorrownightenoughguyswillbebruisedupandmadsothey’llbemeatforus.Jesus,Jim,wecan’tletthisthingpeterout.It’stoogood."
"Mac?"
"Yeah?"
"Whydon’tthecopsjustcomeandtakeusoutofhere,youandme?"
"Scaredto.They’rescaredthemenmightgohaywire.ItmightbelikewhenoldDanfellofftheladder.Copsknowprettywellwhenthey’vegottoleavethestiffsalone.Webettergotosleep."
"Ijustwanttoask,Mac,how’dyougetlooseoverintheorchard?Youhadabattle,didn’tyou?"
"Sure,butitwassodarktheycouldn’tseewhotheyweresocking.IknewIcouldsockanybody."
Jimlayquietforawhile."Wereyouscared,Mac,whentheyhadthegunsinourbacks?"
"Damnright.I’vebeenupagainstvigilantesbefore;so’spooroldJoy.Tenorfifteenof’emganguponyouandbeatyoutoapulp.Oh,they’rebraveguys,allright.Mostlytheywearmasks.DamnrightIwasscared,weren’tyou?"
