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Ruger stood over the down at theone from his face "Listen to me, you old fuck If I ask you a question, you may answer If I ask anyone else a question, shut the fuck up A with pain and fury

"I didn’t hear you"

"Yes, goddaer just let his smile return and backed up until he found the rocker and lowered hiain"

Guthrie’s face was painted red and blood ran froers and down his forearlanced at the blood still streairl voice said, "Mark went to aof what?"

"Rotary Club"

Ruger burst out laughing "OhRotary Club, and Donna-​frigging-​Reed to coon, too?"

"How did you know…?"

Laughter spewed out again "Aer actually pounded the butt of the pistol on his thigh as he laughed Val and her father exchanged a very brief glance; Connie just frowned in uncertain confusion and fear Eventually Ruger sobered "Okay, Mr Guthrie, your turn again How’s the face?"

"It’s fine," Guthrie said coldly

"Looks to me like it hurts like a bitch Whatever Okay, now, does anyone else live here besides Donna Reed and her husband, Val the Spinster, and your own self? Is there a Mrs Old Lady Guthrie?"

"It’s just us"

"What about far old place by yourselves"

"We have a few regular hands, and we have sorant workers, a few local boys"

"Any of theround his teeth and tried to find so or a bullet, but Karl waved the question away "Forget it Trick question What I meant to say, is there anyone else who’s likely to coers digging in to her father’s skin "No," she heard her dad say

"What, no boyfriends?" Ruger asked Val

"He lives in town," said Connie, and then clapped her hands over heras wide as saucers as she realized she had spoken out of turn With a weary sigh, Karl stood up and walked over to her

"No, please don’t!" Guthrie said