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JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

"Good question," the woman said.

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

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 gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

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."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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.

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

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

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!"

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

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.

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

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

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

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