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Show Flying - 11 "Little one looks kinda cute," she says. "Want to go for a little ride in my truck, sonny?" All thoughts of lust cooled, John Henry instinctively reaches down to protect himself. He looks up again to see her still leering a gap-toothed leer at him, her soup forgotten, and he tries to edge away behind his lieutenant. The other drivers laugh. "Ah come on, Betsy, he don't look like he'd last ten minutes." "Good piece of ass and a glass of water'd kill him," says the cook from behind the smoke. "He's too scrawny for you, Betsy," says another driver. "Better pick yourself something a little bigger." "It ain't the size, honey, It's the motion," Betsy says, and everybody laughs, including the waitress. Finally the food arrives and John Henry can hide behind his hamburger. Is there no love In Texas, is there no love at all, but only lust and lechery and violence? Must love like Tex's lead only to death? Is it the heat, thinks John Henry, or the flatness of the plains, or is it that the only people who come here are the ones who like violence and loneliness? Musing on the frontier and eating his hamburger, John Henry doesn't see Betsy coming until she's looming over him, all moles, moustache, broad shoulders and seductive leer. "I bet you never had a real woman in your life, sonny," |