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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
Aroundnoon,Ithink.I’mplanningtotakeasmanypeopleaswillcome.I’dlikeyouandyourboytocomealong."
"AfterwhathappenedtoNorton?"
"Nortonwentlikealambtotheslaughter.Thatdoesn’tmeanIhaveto,orthepeoplewhocomewithme."
"Howcanyoupreventit?Wehaveexactlyonegun."
"Andluckytohavethat.Butifwecouldmakeitacrosstheintersection,maybewecouldgetdowntotheSportsman’sExchangeonMainStreet.They’vegotmoregunstherethanyoucouldshakeastickat."
"That’sone’if’andone’maybe’toomany."
"Drayton,"hesaid,"it’saniffysituation."
Thatrolledverysmoothlyoffhistongue,buthedidn’thavealittleboytowatchoutfor.
"Look,letitpassfornow,okay?Ididn’tgetmuchsleeplastnight,butIgotachancetothinkoverafewthings.Wanttohearthem?"
"Sure."
Hestoodupandstretched."Takeawalkovertothewindowwithme."
Wewentthroughthecheckoutlanenearestthebreadracksandstoodatoneoftheloopholes.Themanwhowaskeepingwatchtheresaid,"Thebugsaregone."
Millerslappedhimontheback."Gogetyourselfacoffee-and,fella.I’llkeepaneyeout."
"Okay.Thanks."
Hewalkedaway,andMillerandIsteppeduptohisloophole."Sotellmewhatyouseeoutthere,"hesaid.
Ilooked.Thelitterbarrelhadbeenknockedoverinthenight,probablybyoneoftheswoopingbird-things,spillingatrashofpapers,cans,andpapershakecupsfromtheDairyQueendowntheroadalloverthehottop.
