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

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

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

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

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

"Well, it's tempting."

"Well, it's tempting."

"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.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

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

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.

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.

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!"

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

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

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

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

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

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

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