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They
found
Harry
Bluejay
in
the
rec
hall
,
at
the
pool
table
,
doing
trick
shots
to
impress
a
group
of
several
girls
.
He
had
a
blue
jay
tattooed
on
the
back
of
his
right
hand
,
and
multiple
piercings
in
his
right
ear
.
"
Ho
hoka
,
Harry
Bluejay
,
"
said
John
Chapman
.
"
Fuck
off
,
you
crazy
barefoot
white
ghost
,
"
said
Harry
Bluejay
,
conversationally
.
"
You
give
me
the
creeps
.
"
There
were
older
men
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
some
of
them
playing
cards
,
some
of
them
talking
.
There
were
other
men
,
younger
men
of
about
Harry
Bluejay
’
s
age
,
waiting
for
their
turn
at
the
pool
table
.
It
was
a
full
-
sized
pool
table
,
and
a
rip
in
the
green
baize
on
one
side
had
been
repaired
with
silver
-
gray
duct
tape
.
"
I
got
a
message
from
your
uncle
,
"
said
Chapman
,
unfazed
.
"
He
says
you
’
re
to
give
these
two
your
car
.
"
There
must
have
been
thirty
,
maybe
even
forty
people
in
that
hall
,
and
now
they
were
every
one
of
them
looking
intently
at
their
playing
cards
,
or
their
feet
,
or
their
fingernails
,
and
pretending
as
hard
as
they
could
not
to
be
listening
.
"
He
’
s
not
my
uncle
.
"
A
cigarette
-
smoke
fug
hung
over
the
hall
like
a
cirrus
cloud
.
Chapman
smiled
widely
,
displaying
the
worst
set
of
teeth
that
Shadow
had
seen
in
a
human
mouth
.
"
You
want
to
tell
your
uncle
that
?
He
says
you
’
re
the
only
reason
he
stays
among
the
Lakota
.
"
"
Whiskey
Jack
says
a
lot
of
things
,
"
said
Harry
Bluejay
,
petulantly
.
But
he
did
not
say
Whiskey
Jack
either
.
It
sounded
almost
the
same
,
to
Shadow
’
s
ear
,
but
not
quite
:
Wisakedjak
,
he
thought
.
That
’
s
what
they
’
re
saying
.
Not
Whiskey
Jack
at
all
.
Shadow
said
,
"
Yeah
.
And
one
of
the
things
he
said
was
that
we
’
re
trading
our
Winnebago
for
your
Buick
.
"
