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"
Listen
,
"
Mike
Hatlen
said
.
"
Mr.
Norton
-
Brent
-
at
least
stay
for
the
chicken
.
Get
some
hot
food
inside
you
.
"
"
And
give
you
a
chance
to
go
on
talking
?
I
've
been
in
too
many
courtrooms
to
fall
for
that
.
You
've
psyched
out
half
a
dozen
of
my
people
already
.
"
"
Your
people
?
"
Haden
almost
groaned
it
.
"
Your
people
?
Good
Christ
,
what
kind
of
talk
is
that
?
They
're
people
,
that
's
all
.
This
is
no
game
,
and
it
's
surely
not
a
courtroom
.
There
are
,
for
want
of
a
better
word
,
there
are
things
out
there
,
and
what
's
the
sense
of
getting
,
yourself
killed
?
"
"
Things
,
you
say
,
"
Norton
said
,
sounding
superficially
amused
.
"
Where
?
Your
people
have
been
on
watch
for
a
couple
of
hours
now
.
Who
's
seen
one
?
"
"
Well
,
out
back
.
In
the
-
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
Norton
said
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
That
ground
has
been
covered
and
covered
.
We
're
going
out
-
"
"
No
,
"
someone
whispered
,
and
it
echoed
and
spread
,
sounding
like
the
rustle
of
dead
leaves
at
dusk
of
an
October
evening
.
No
,
no
,
no
...
"
Will
you
restrain
us
?
"
a
shrill
voice
asked
.
This
was
one
of
Norton
's
"
people
,
"
to
use
his
word-an
elderly
lady
wearing
bifocals
.
"
Will
you
restrain
us
?
"
The
soft
babble
of
negatives
died
away
.
