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Chapter 9

           "Sure,abunchcameover,butalotof’embeatit.Someofourguysbeatit,too.Wegotjustaboutthesamenumberwestartedwith.Didn’tyousee’emcrawlingunderthecarsandrunningaway?"Macsaid,"Lookattheseguys.They’rewakingup.It’sjustasthoughtheygotashotofgasforawhile.That’sthemostdangerouskindofmen."

           "Thecopsknewit,too,"saidJim.

           "Damnrighttheydid.Whenamobdon’tmakeanoise,whenitjustcomesonwithdead-pans,that’sthetimeforacoptogetoutoftheway."

           TheywerenearingtheAndersonplace.Jimasked,"Whatdowedonow,Mac?"

           "Well,weholdthefuneral,andwestartpicketing.It’llsettledownnow.They’llruninscabswithtrucks."

           "Youstillthinkwe’llgetbeat,Mac?"

           "Idon’tknow.Theygotthisvalleyorganized.God,howthey’vegotitorganized.It’snotsohardtodowhenafewmencontroleverything,land,courts,banks.Theycancutoffloans,andtheycanrailroadamantojail,andtheycanalwaysbribeplenty."

           Dakin’struckpulledtotheendofthelineofcarsandbackedintoplace.Thecampguardscamestreamingout,andthecolumnofreturningmendeployedamongthem.Groupscollectedtohearthestory,overandover.Dr.BurtontrottedovertoDakin’struck.Londonstoodupheavily.Hiswideblueshirt-frontwasstreakedwithJoy’sblood.BurtontookonelookatJoy."Killedhim,eh?"

           "Gothim,"saidLondon.

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