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Chapter 20
Thefamilieswereinthetentsnow,andtheflapsweredown,andthesettingsunmadetheairredandthegraytentsbronze.
Tiressquealedonthehighwayandanopencarcameswiftlyintothecamp.Fourmen,armedwithrifles,piledout.Casystoodupandwalkedtothem.
«Whatthehell’sgoin’onhere?»
Casysaid,«Iknockedoutyourmanthere.»
Oneofthearmedmenwenttothedeputy.Hewasconsciousnow,tryingweaklytositup.
«Nowwhathappenedhere?»
«Well,"Casysaid,«hegottoughan’Ihit’im,andhestartedshootin’—hitawomandowntheline.SoIhit’imagain.»
«Well,what’dyoudointhefirstplace?»
«Italkedback,"saidCasy.
«Getinthatcar.»
«Sure,"saidCasy,andheclimbedintothebackseatandsatdown.Twomenhelpedthehurtdeputytohisfeet.Hefelthisneckgingerly.Casysaid,«They’sawomandowntherowliketobleedtodeathfromhisbadshootin’.»
«We’llseeaboutthatlater.Joe,isthisthefellathathityou?»
ThedazedmanstaredsicklyatCasy.«Don’tlooklikehim.»
«Itwasme,allright,"Casysaid.«Yougotsmartwiththewrongfella.»
Joeshookhisheadslowly.«Youdon’tlookliketherightfellatome.ByGod,I’mgonnabesick!»
Casysaid,«I’llgo’thoutnotrouble.Youbetterseehowbadthatwoman’shurt.»
«Where’sshe?»
«Thattentoverthere.»
Theleaderofthedeputieswalkedtothetent,rifleinhand.Hespokethroughthetentwalls,andthenwentinside.Inamomenthecameoutandwalkedback.
