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Chapter 10
"Hurtsalittle,notmuch."
"Ohsay,Jim.Lookslikewe’regoin’tohaveanewboss."
"KickedDakinout,youmean?"
"No,buthe’sout,allright.Dicksentwordhehadaloadofblankets.Well,Dakintooksixmenandwentinwithhisshinytruck.Oneofthesixguysgotawayandcamebackandtoldhowitwas.Theygottheirloadandstartedback.Alittlewaythissideoftowntheyranoverabunchofnails,stoppedtochangeatire.Well,thenadozenmenwithgunsjumpedoutandheldthemup.Well,sixofthemstandtheguysupwhiletheywreckDakin’struck,smashthecrank-caseandsetitonfire.Dakinstandstherewithagunonhim.Heturnswhite,andthenheturnsblue.Thenheletsoutahowllikeacoyoteandstartsfor’em.Theyshoothimintheleg,butthatdon’tstophim.Whenhecan’trunanymore,hecrawlsfor’em,slaveringaroundthemouthlikeamaddog—justnuts,hejustwentnuts!Iguesshelovedthattruckbetter’nanythingintheworld.Theguythatcamebacksaiditwasjustawful,thewayhecrawledfor’em.Triedtobite’em.Hewassnarling—likeamaddog.Well,then,sometrafficcopscomealong,andthevigilanteboysfade.ThecopspickDakinupandtakehimin.Theguythatcameinandtoldaboutitwasupagumtreewatching.HesaysDakinbitacoponthehand,andtheyhadtostickascrew-driverbackinhisteethtopry’imloose.Andthat’stheguyIsaidwouldn’tlosehistemper.He’sinthecannow.Iguesstheguys’llelectLondoninhisplace."
Jimsaid,"Wellhesurelookedcoolenoughtome.I’mgladIdidn’tlayafingeronhistruck."
Macheapedalittlepileofdirtonthefloorwithhishand,andmouldeditround,andpattedalittleflattoponit.
