.. back to the house ... NOW!” I said.We started to run ... the van sped up.I heard the gate at the drive crunch.“Can you shoot?”Connie said, �...Yes.”“Will you shoot?”She hesitated, “Umh.”“Never mind,” I said. I popped open a shelf drawer and took out Hairy’s Smith. Ever since his 1911 had jammed, Hairy had converted to wheel guns. “Behind the door is a rifle, the magazine is in it. Get it please.”It’s a good quarter mile of bad road, is our drive. I’ve been meaning to get some gravel delivered. Steve was looking at the dices with mystified awe as if he was, for the first time in his life, challenged to believe people could do such things.The truck driver's name was Ivan Kerrilov, and when he spoke he never failed to make me think he had picked up English inside a fishing barrel, talking to tuna who couldn't read or talk but had learned it themselves using a Chinese electrical appliance manual as a textbook. Needless to say, it sounded like garbage."You are to each other? To get. More

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