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Chapter 13
"Damnright,"saidMac.HeturnedtoJim."Keepyourheaddownifwepassanybody,Jim."AndthentoAlbert,"Ifanybodytriestostopus,driverightover’em.RememberwhathappenedtoDakin’struck."
Albertnoddedanddroppedhisspeedtoforty."Nobodyain’tgoin’tostopme,"hesaid."I’vedroveatruckallmylifewhenIcouldgetit."
Theydidnotgothroughthetown,butcutaroundoneendofit,crossedawoodenbridgeovertheriverandturnedintoGallinasRoad.Albertsloweduptoletthered-hairedyouthdropoff.Hewavedhishandairilyastheydroveaway.Theroadlaybetweentheinterminableappletrees.Theydrovethreemilestothefoothillsbeforetheorchardsbegantofalloff,givingplacetostubblefields.Jimwatchedthegalvanizedpostboxesatthesideoftheroad."There’stwo-eighteen,"hesaid."Notveryfarnow."
Oneofthecopsturnedbackandwenttowardthetown,buttheotherhungon.
"Thereitis,"Jimsaid."Thatbigwhitegatethere."
Albertheadedin,andstoppedwhileoneofthemenjumpeddownandopenedthegate.Thecopcutoffhismotorandleaneditagainstitsstand.
"Privateproperty,"Maccalledtohim.
"I’llstickaround,buddy,"hesaid."I’lljuststickaround."
Ahundredyardsaheadalittlewhitehousestoodunderahuge,spreadingpeppertree,andbehinditabigwhitebarnreared.Astockyranchmanwithastraw-coloredmustacheslouchedoutofthehouseandstoodwaitingforthem.Albertpulledup.Macsaid,"Hello,mister.Theladytoldustocomeforsomestuff."
