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Chapter 24
Huston,atallspareman,wind-blackened,witheyeslikelittleblades,spoketohiscommittee,onemanfromeachsanitaryunit.
«It’sgoddamnluckywegotthewordtheywasgonnatrytobustupthedance!»hesaid.ThetubbylittlerepresentativefromUnitThreespokeup.«Ithinkweoughtasquashthehelloutofem,an’show’em.»
«No,"saidHuston.«That’swhattheywant.No,sir.Iftheycangitafightgoin’,thentheycanruninthecopsan’sayweain’torderly.Theytrieditbefore—otherplaces.»HeturnedtothesaddarkboyfromUnitTwo.«Gotthefellastogethertogoroun’thefencesan’seenobodysneaksin?»
Thesadboynodded.«Yeah!Twelve.Tol’’emnottohitnobody.Jes’push’emoutag’in.»Hustonsaid,«Willyougooutan’findWillieEaton?He’schairmanatheentertainment,ain’the?»
«Yeah.»
«Well,tell’imwewantasee’im.»Theboywentout,andhereturnedinamomentwithastringyTexasman.WillieEatonhadalongfragilejawanddust-coloredhair.Hisarmsandlegswerelongandloose,andhehadthegraysunburnedeyesofthePanhandle.Hestoodinthetent,grinning,andhishandspivotedrestlesslyonhiswrists.
Hustonsaid,«Youheardabouttonight?»Williegrinned.«Yeah!»
«Didanything’boutit?»
«Yeah!»
«Tellwhatyoudone.»WillieEatongrinnedhappily.«Well,sir,ordinaryent’tainmentcommitteeisfive.Igottwentymore—allgoodstrongboys.They’rea-gonnabea-dancin’an’a-keepin’theireyesopenan’theirearsopen.
