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Chapter 13
TheAssociationknowsnothingaboutthat."Hesmiledagain."Can’tyoumenseethatifyouattackourhomesandourchildrenwehavetoprotectthem?Wouldn’tyouprotectyourownchildren?"
"Whatthehelldoyouthinkwe’redoin’?"Londoncried."We’retryingtoprotect’emfromstarving.We’reusin’theonlywayaworkin’stiff’sgot.Don’tyougotalkin’aboutnochildren,orwe’llshowyousomething."
"Weonlywanttosettlethisthingpeacefully,"saidBolter."Americancitizensdemandorder,andIassureyoumenwe’regoingtohaveorderifwehavetopetitionthegovernorfortroops."
Sam’smouthwaswet.Heshouted,"Andyougetorderbyshootin’ourmenfromwindows,youyellowbastard.Andin’Friscoyougotorderbyridin’downwomen.An’thenewspaperssays,‘Thismornin’astrikerwaskilledwhenhethrewhimselfonabayonet.’Threwhimself!"
LondonwrappedhisarmaboutthefuriousmanandforcedhimslowlyawayfromBolter."Layoff,Sam.Stopit,now.Justquietyourself."
"Th’hellwithyou,"Samcried."Standthereandtakethelousycrapthatbigbaloneyhandsyou!"
Londonstiffenedsuddenly.HisbigfistlashedoutandcrackedintoSam’sface,andSamwentdown.Londonstoodlookingathim.Maclaughedhysterically."Astrikerjustthrewhimselfintoafist,"hesaid.
Samsatupontheground."O.K.,London.Youwin.Iwon’tmakenomorefuss,butyouwasn’tin’FriscoonBloodyThursday."
Bolterstoodwherehewas."Ihopedyouwouldlistentoreason,"hesaid."Wehaveinformationthatyou’rebeinginfluencedbyradicals,sentherebyredorganizations.
