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"
You
got
one
named
Roll
Dem
Bones
?
"
"
Good
-
by
,
mister
!
"
"
And
another
called
Over
Jordan
!
Ha
!
Well
,
tote
that
rocket
,
boy
,
lift
that
rocket
,
boy
,
go
on
,
get
blown
up
,
see
if
I
care
!
"
The
car
churned
off
into
the
dust
.
The
boy
rose
and
cupped
his
hands
to
his
mouth
and
shouted
one
last
time
at
Teece
:
"
Mr
.
Teece
,
Mr
.
Teece
,
what
you
goin
’
to
do
nights
from
now
on
?
What
you
goin
’
to
do
nights
,
Mr
.
Teece
?
"
Silence
.
The
car
faded
down
the
road
.
It
was
gone
.
"
What
in
hell
did
he
mean
?
"
mused
Teece
.
"
What
am
I
goin
’
to
do
nights
?
"
He
watched
the
dust
settle
,
and
it
suddenly
came
to
him
.
He
remembered
nights
when
men
drove
to
his
house
,
their
knees
sticking
up
sharp
and
their
shotguns
sticking
up
sharper
,
like
a
carful
of
cranes
under
the
night
trees
of
summer
,
their
eyes
mean
.
Honking
the
horn
and
him
slamming
his
door
,
a
gun
in
his
hand
,
laughing
to
himself
,
his
heart
racing
like
a
ten
-
year
-
old
’
s
,
driving
off
down
the
summer
-
night
road
,
a
ring
of
hemp
rope
coiled
on
the
car
floor
,
fresh
shell
boxes
making
every
man
’
s
coat
look
bunchy
.
How
many
nights
over
the
years
,
how
many
nights
of
the
wind
rushing
in
the
car
,
flopping
their
hair
over
their
mean
eyes
,
roaring
,
as
they
picked
a
tree
,
a
good
strong
tree
,
and
rapped
on
a
shanty
door
!
"
So
that
’
s
what
the
son
of
a
bitch
meant
?
"
Teece
leaped
out
into
the
sunlight
.
"
Come
back
,
you
bastard
!
What
am
I
goin
’
to
do
nights
?
Why
,
that
lousy
,
insolent
son
of
a
…
"
It
was
a
good
question
.
He
sickened
and
was
empty
.
Yes
.
What
will
we
do
nights
?
he
thought
.
Now
they
’
re
gone
,
what
?
He
was
absolutely
empty
and
numb
.
