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Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

"Well, it's tempting."

"What're you gone do to me, if I might ast?"

"No, but I work in a doctor's office. An animal doctor-"

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

"-and you're about the dumbest, smelliest critter I ever saw," the woman said matter-of-factly.

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"Well, I thought I'd buy me a Cadillac or two," JoLayne said, "and a giant-screen color TV."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

"And maybe a watermelon patch!"

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

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