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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.
