Monday, February 21, 2011

Looking for Jon

Eugene (called Rattler in the De Soto gang) rummaged carelessly through the cabinet underneath the phone until he found what he was looking for: a soiled, dog-eared telephone directory that was four years old. He swept through the pages until he found the section he wanted, then ran his finger down a few columns, stopping below one entry: VAN HORNE, JON AND STEPHANIE. He exulted with a string of epithets.

"Hey, Rattler, you're lettin' this guy get to you. He's just dirt on your shoe, man. Let it go," implored Chako. "Not this one, Chako. This one's mine. This one is gonna wish he'd kept his hands off me and the gang." Rattler slipped a giant .45 inside his belt and pulled his shirttail over it. "Come on, show me," he snapped, heading for the door.

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