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"
Oh
,
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
?
"
he
said
.
I
kept
the
gun
raised
.
"
Hullo
,
Coker
.
What
are
you
after
?
Wanting
me
to
go
on
another
of
your
little
parties
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
No
.
You
can
put
that
thing
down
.
Makes
too
much
noise
,
anyway
.
That
’
s
how
I
found
you
.
No
,
"
he
repeated
,
"
I
’
ve
had
enough
.
I
’
m
getting
to
hell
out
of
here
.
"
"
So
am
I
,
"
I
said
,
and
lowered
the
gun
.
"
What
happened
to
your
bunch
?
"
he
asked
.
I
told
him
.
He
nodded
.
"
Same
with
mine
.
Same
with
the
rest
,
I
expect
.
Still
,
we
tried
"
The
wrong
way
,
"
I
said
.
He
nodded
again
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
I
reckon
your
lot
did
have
the
right
idea
from
the
start
—
only
it
didn
’
t
look
right
and
it
didn
’
t
sound
right
a
week
ago
.
"
"
Six
days
ago
,
"
I
corrected
him
.
"
A
week
,
"
said
he
.
