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Then
they
stood
by
the
valve
that
would
open
it
,
if
needed
.
Brutal
and
I
hurried
down
to
Wharton
's
cell
,
where
Wharton
still
stood
,
still
grinning
and
still
with
his
tool
hanging
out
of
his
pants
.
I
had
liberated
the
straitjacket
from
the
restraint
room
and
tossed
it
on
a
shelf
in
my
office
last
thing
before
going
home
the
night
before
,
thinking
we
might
be
needing
it
for
our
new
problem
child
.
Now
I
had
it
in
one
hand
,
my
index
finger
hooked
under
one
of
the
canvas
straps
.
Harry
came
behind
us
,
hauling
the
nozzle
of
the
firehose
,
which
ran
back
through
my
office
,
down
the
storage-room
steps
,
and
to
the
drum
where
Dean
and
Percy
were
paying
it
out
as
fast
as
they
could
.
"
Hey
,
d'jall
like
that
?
"
Wild
Bill
asked
.
He
was
laughing
like
a
kid
at
a
carnival
,
laughing
so
hard
he
could
barely
talk
;
big
tears
went
rolling
down
his
cheeks
.
"
You
come
on
s
'
fast
I
guess
you
must
've
.
I
'm
currently
cookin
some
turds
to
go
with
it
.
Nice
soft
ones
.
I
'll
have
them
out
to
y'
all
tomorrow
--
"
He
saw
that
I
was
unlocking
his
cell
door
and
his
eyes
narrowed
.
He
saw
that
Brutal
was
holding
his
revolver
in
one
hand
and
his
nightstick
in
the
other
,
and
they
narrowed
even
more
.
"
You
can
come
in
here
on
your
legs
,
but
you
'll
go
out
on
your
backs
,
Billy
the
Kid
is
goan
guarantee
you
that
,
"
he
told
us
.
His
eyes
shifted
back
to
me
.
"
And
if
you
think
you
're
gon
na
put
that
nut-coat
on
me
,
you
got
another
think
coming
,
old
hoss
.
"
"
You
're
not
the
one
who
says
go
or
jump
back
around
here
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
You
should
know
that
,
but
I
guess
you
're
too
dumb
to
pick
it
up
without
a
little
teaching
.
"
I
finished
unlocking
the
door
and
ran
it
back
on
its
track
.
Wharton
retreated
to
the
bunk
,
his
cock
still
hanging
out
of
his
pants
,
put
his
hands
out
to
me
,
palms
up
,
then
beckoned
with
his
fingers
.
"
Come
on
,
you
ugly
motherfucker
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
be
schoolin
,
all
right
,
but
this
old
boy
's
well
set
up
to
be
the
teacher
.
"
He
shifted
his
gaze
and
his
darktoothed
grin
to
Brutal
.
"
Come
on
,
big
fella
,
you
first
.
This
time
you
cai
n't
sneak
up
behind
me
.
Put
down
that
gun
--
you
ai
n't
gon
na
shoot
it
anyway
,
not
you
--
and
we
'll
go
man-to-man
.
See
who
's
the
better
fel
--
"
Brutal
stepped
into
the
cell
,
but
not
toward
Wharton
.
He
moved
to
the
left
once
he
was
through
the
door
,
and
Wharton
's
narrow
eyes
widened
as
he
saw
the
firehose
pointed
at
him
.
"
No
,
you
do
n't
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
no
,
you
d
--
"
