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

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

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."

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

"And maybe a watermelon patch!"

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

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

"Good question," the woman said.

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.

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

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

"Well, it's tempting."

Had to be a nightmare is all, a freak-out from the boat glue. That must be how come the nigger girl looks 'zackly like the one they'd robbed upstate, the one clawed the shit outta us with those hellacious electric-looking fingernails.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

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

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

"And maybe a watermelon patch!"

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

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.

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

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

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

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