И проиграли бой
Chapter 11
Wegotwordthedamnvigilantesisgoin’totrysomethingonAndersontogetbackathimforlettin’usstayonhisplace.S’poseheneverletusstay?They’dbekickin’usalloverhellbynow.Anderson’saniceguy.Wehadn’toughttoletnobodyhurthim."
"Thereain’tnobodyaround,"oneofthemenprotested."Jesus,mister,wecan’thangaroundallnight.Wewasoutpicketin’allafternoon."
"Goon,then,"Maccriedangrily."Let’emraidthisplace.ThenAnderson’llkickusoff.Thenwhereinhellwouldwebe?"
"Wecouldjungleup,downbytheriver,mister."
"Youthinkyoucould.They’drunyouoverthecountylinesoquickyourass’dsmoke,andyouknowit!"
Oneofthemengotslowlytohisfeet."Theguy’sright,"hesaid."Webetterdragitoutofhere.Myoldwoman’sinthecamp.Idon’twanttohavehergetinnotrouble."
"Well,putoutaline,"Macsuggested."Don’tletnobodythrough.YouknowwhattheydonetoAnderson’sboy—burnedhislunchwagon,kickedhelloutofAl."
"Alputoutanicestew,"saidoneofthemen.Theystooduptiredly.WhentheywerealloutofthebarnMacblewoutthelantern."Vigilantesliketoshootatalight,"heexplained."Theytakebigchanceslikethat.WebetterhaveAndersonpulldownhiscurtains,too."
Theguardsfiledoffintothedarkness.Jimasked,"Youthinkthey’llkeepwatchnow,Mac?"heasked.
