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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 57 gang. I can feel a hard raining of rocks at any minute. Then Chambers stops, he thumbs his jeans back up around his waist, and he walks back toward us. He is really built; clearly he is strong enough to kill us all. At the edge of the road he stops and says quietly to Parley: "Carol Wilkes eats it raw." I don't see Parley throw. I suspect it is his sidearm sling which has no visible wind up or backswing; it just whips forward with a swift side snap of the elbow and then the wrist: flick. I do see the flat rock he hurls rise and take Chambers in the neck, just below the jawbone and rip his head back in a wicked snap so that he staggers and then steps out nowhere, into air, and falls on his face like a bag of rocks. No one moves for a minute, not even Chambers. Then a howl rises from him, cracking as he turns and begins to roll in pain. The little gang folds from the back, running back into the alley as Cling throws boulders at them as fast as he can. Butch, Fenn, and I have not really moved. Where'd they go?" Fenn says. Butch looks behind him at me with a full, frank look of relief on his face. Their gang has left Chambers on his back, groaning at the sky. I see Parley go to him and bend over. I do not want to see Chambers or his new wound. He couldn't even really swear very well. On the way back to Butch's, we explain what happened to Fenn. He nods excitedly, as we're all high, high from having our lives spared, our bodies still intact. I still have a |