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Chapter 20
Thedeputy,sittingontheground,raisedhisgunagainandthen,suddenly,fromthegroupofmen,theReverendCasystepped.Hekickedthedeputyintheneckandthenstoodbackastheheavymancrumpledintounconsciousness.
ThemotoroftheChevroletroaredanditstreakedaway,churningthedust.Itmountedtothehighwayandshotaway.Infrontofhertent,thewomanstilllookedathershatteredhand.Littledropletsofbloodbegantooozefromthewound.Andachucklinghysteriabeganinherthroat,awhininglaughthatgrewlouderandhigherwitheachbreath.
Thedeputylayonhisside,hismouthopenagainstthedust.
Tompickeduphisautomatic,pulledoutthemagazineandthrewitintothebrush,andheejectedtheliveshellfromthechamber.«Fellalikethatain’tgotnorighttoagun,"hesaid;andhedroppedtheautomatictotheground.
Acrowdhadcollectedaroundthewomanwiththebrokenhand,andherhysteriaincreased,ascreamingqualitycameintoherlaughter.
CasymovedclosetoTom.«Yougottogitout,"hesaid.«Yougodowninthewillasan’wait.Hedidn’seemekick’im,butheseenyoustickoutyourfoot.»
«Idon’wanttago,"Tomsaid.Casyputhisheadclose.Hewhispered,«They’llfingerprintyou.Youbrokeparole.They’llsendyouback.»
Tomdrewinhisbreathquietly.«Jesus!Iforgot.»
«Goquick,"Casysaid.«’Forehecomesto.»
«Liketohavehisgun,"Tomsaid.
«No.Leaveit.Ifit’sawrighttocomeback,I’llgiveyafourhighwhistles.»
