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Chapter 37

           Shehurrieddowninthedarknesstograsphiscoldwethandandhearhimwhisper:"They’reaftermegoingtoTexasmyhorseisaboutdeadandI’maboutstarved.Ashleysaidyou’dDon’tlightthecandle!Don’twakethedarkies....Idon’twanttogetyoufolksintroubleifIcanhelpit."

           Withthekitchenblindsdrawnandalltheshadespulleddowntothesills,hepermittedalightandhetalkedtoFrankinswiftjerkysentencesasScarletthurriedabout,tryingtoscrapetogetheramealforhim.

           Hewaswithoutagreatcoatandsoakedtotheskin.Hewashatlessandhisblackhairwasplasteredtohislittleskull.ButthemerrimentoftheFontaineboys,achillingmerrimentthatnight,wasinhislittledancingeyesashegulpeddownthewhiskyshebroughthim.ScarlettthankedGodthatAuntPittypatwassnoringundisturbedupstairs.Shewouldcertainlyswoonifshesawthisapparition.

           "OnedamnedbastScallawagless,"saidTony,holdingouthisglassforanotherdrink."I’veriddenhardandit’llcostmemyskinifIdon’tgetoutofherequick,butitwasworthit.ByGod,yes!I’mgoingtotrytogettoTexasandlaylowthere.AshleywaswithmeinJonesboroandhetoldmetocometoyouall.Gottohaveanotherhorse,Frank,andsomemoney.MyhorseisnearlydeadallthewayuphereatadeadrunandlikeafoolIwentoutofthehousetodaylikeabatoutofhellwithoutacoatorhatoracentofmoney.Notthatthere’smuchmoneyinourhouse."

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