His deputy, Roscoe Brown--forty-eight years of age to July's twentyfour--assured him cheerfully that the increase in trouble was something he had better get used to. They were just Wichitas, Call said, and they were hungry. By that little grove of live oaks on the south Guadalupe. He had had enough of Jasper and Soupy and felt that the whole question of Pea and Deets had been treated too brusquely.
Then one of them shot off a gun for no reason. Jasper won't need them floats, Pea Eye remarked. Did you mean just us two to go? Elmira asked. Use your handgun and save your rifle--this'll be close-range work.
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