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

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

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

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

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

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!"

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

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.

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

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!"

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!"

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

"Good question," the woman said.

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"Why can't you jes answer me straight."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

"Well, it's tempting."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

"Well, it's tempting."

Chub was too weak to hit her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure he'd heard it right. Delirium slurred his senses.

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

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.

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

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