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Chapter 20
«What’dhedo?»ThedeputysmiledatFloyd.
«He’stalkin’red,agitatingtrouble.»
«Hm-m-m.»ThedeputymovedslowlyaroundtoseeFloyd’sprofile,andthecolorslowlyflowedupFloyd’sface.
«Yousee?»Floydcried.«Ifthisguy’sonthelevel,wouldhebringacopalong?»
«Eversee’imbefore?»thecontractorinsisted.
«Hmm,seemslikeIhave.Las’weekwhenthatused-carlotwasbustedinto.SeemslikeIseenthisfellahangin’aroun’.Yep!I’dswearit’sthesamefella.»Suddenlythesmilelefthisface.«Getinthatcar,"hesaid,andheunhookedthestrapthatcoveredthebuttofhisautomatic.
Tomsaid,«Yougotnothin’onhim.»
Thedeputyswungaround.«’Fyou’dliketogointoo,youjus’openyourtraponcemore.Theywastwofellashangin’aroundthatlot.»
«Iwasn’tevenintheStatelas’week,"Tomsaid.
«Well,maybeyou’rewantedsomeplaceelse.Youkeepyourtrapshut.»Thecontractorturnedbacktothemen.«Youfellasdon’twanttalistentothesegoddamnreds.Troublemakers—they’llgetyouintrouble.NowIcanuseallofyouinTulareCounty.»
Themendidn’tanswer.
Thedeputyturnedbacktothem.«Mightbeagoodideartogo,"hesaid.Thethinsmilewasbackonhisface.«BoardofHealthsayswegottocleanoutthiscamp.An’ifitgetsaroundthatyougotredsouthere—why,somebodymightgithurt.BeagoodidearifallyoufellasmovedontoTulare.Theyisn’tathingtodoaroun’here.That’sjus’afriendlywayatellingyou.
