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Show page 11 "Pink candy, niggers and whores!" Fred shouted, his rage mounting. "No more -- no more! This town's festered enough!" He grabbed his counter stool by i t s seat and ripped it from the floor. "Whatsa matter!" Nick shouted, and looked over the counter at the place where the stool had been. Ruflin raised the stool, using the seat of it as a club, and the crash of i t against the candy machine could be heard across the s t r e e t . Glass and candy flew over the floor, and the stool seat made a deep jagged valley in the alumninum trays. Luke Ruflin slid to his feet. "I want this Greek," he said. Mick hurled hot coffee in Luke Ruflin's face. Ruflin howled. Nick grabbed his heavy coal poker. He was through the counter and bringing it dox--7n on Luke's head before Luke could get his bearing. He had Luke p r o s t r a t e , unconscious, when Fred came, up behind him with a hawk-blade knife, used for hog butchering. Fred Ruflin kept cutting even after the fierce slash to Nick's t h r o a t , u n t i l Nick was unrecognizable, u n t i l blood was everywhere, even over Fred's own heavy boots. Then he bent to l i f t his brother. When Luke came to they each took turns with the stool, u n t i l the candy machine x>7as f l a t t e n ed to the floor. "That hairy foreigner," Luke mumbled. "That dirty hairy foreigner." They left Nick Panagiatopulos in the empty cafe, under bright fluorescent l i g h t s , where Johnny Mack, in company with |