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"
Whiskey
Jack
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ah
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
call
him
Inktomi
here
.
I
think
it
’
s
the
same
guy
.
My
grandfather
used
to
tell
some
pretty
good
stories
about
him
.
Of
course
,
all
the
best
of
them
were
kind
of
dirty
.
"
They
hit
a
bump
in
the
road
,
and
the
woman
swore
.
"
You
okay
back
there
?
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
Johnny
Chapman
.
He
was
holding
on
to
the
back
seat
with
both
hands
.
"
Rez
roads
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
get
used
to
them
.
"
"
Are
they
all
like
this
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Pretty
much
,
"
said
the
woman
.
"
All
the
ones
round
here
.
And
don
’
t
you
go
asking
about
all
the
money
from
casinos
,
because
who
in
their
right
mind
wants
to
come
all
the
way
out
here
to
go
to
a
casino
?
We
don
’
t
see
none
of
that
money
out
here
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
.
"
She
changed
gears
with
a
crash
and
a
groan
.
"
You
know
the
white
population
all
round
here
is
falling
?
You
go
out
there
,
you
find
ghost
towns
.
How
you
going
to
keep
them
down
on
the
farm
,
after
they
seen
the
world
on
their
television
screens
?
And
it
’
s
not
worth
anyone
’
s
while
to
farm
the
Badlands
anyhow
.
They
took
our
lands
,
they
settled
here
,
now
they
’
re
leaving
.
They
go
south
.
They
go
west
.
Maybe
if
we
wait
for
enough
of
them
to
move
to
New
York
and
Miami
and
L
.
A
.
we
can
take
the
whole
of
the
middle
back
without
a
fight
.
"
"
Good
luck
,
"
said
Shadow
.
