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"Don't you talk down to me."

"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.

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!"

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

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

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

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

"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.

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

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

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

"Well, it's tempting."

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

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

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."

"Don't you talk down to me."

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

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

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

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

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?"

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