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"I prefer Mr Brand"

"When I was a kid, I wanted everyone to call me Deadeye, Deadeye Dyson, but no one ever did" I pulled a chair out and slowly sat while keeping both hands on the edge of the table The big ainst the closed cabin door, his hands crossed in front of hiun pointed at the floor, and watched Fenelon watched, too

"You said you were expecting ured you’d turn up eventually, just not in the istered on his face, yet Brand said nothing in reply "Has everybody been properly frightened?" I gestured toward the living rooit pretty thin, Dyson"

"John" I spread ht kitchen table again "You caht Fenelon and your otiate from a position of power That’s cool I understand that Let’s talk Here’s what I want you to do…"

"What you wantestured with my chin at Fenelon "No matter what Brian has to say"

Fenelon stiffened at

"What did Brian have to say?" Brand asked

"He said he and I could run this town I’"

Brand s to induce a quarrel between me and my associates, aren’t you, Dyson?"

"Why would I do that? After all, I don’t think I’ve h on h to conduct a little business before you leave" Brand tapped his chest "In et a taste"

"Yeah, I know You’re nothing new to uys in the Cities or San Francisco or Chicago or any other place I’ve worked except that you’re small market You were here first so you think you deserve a little extra consideration Fine When in Roht? Now, John, what I want you to do…"

"Mr Brand," he said His voice confirry people hed dramatically "Mr Brand," I said "Are you happy now?"

I heard Fenelon whisper "Jesus" under his breath

Brand pointed a finger at onna cost ya"

"Cost me what?"

"Half I want half"

"Half of what?"

"Half of everything"