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Show 10 its first niggers. Funsters had guns. Red himself hadn't touched a gun since he left the Marines, he had his fists, but Funster stuttered. He looked a little soft. "They're d-different and I just don't t-trust them. I don't care what anybody says," said Funster. Red didn't mind Funster talking about the xxgxst niggers because that kept him off little Jarvis who made a hobby of whackin the crap out of little Jimbo Funster, except Jarvis didn't call him Jimbo, he called him Funly. xxagx Though it didn't matter just then. Funster knew why Red xxxxxxxxx came over, poor fucker socked out all his doors over it# xxxx (good reason enough, thought Funster, for marrying in your own white religion, Methodist in his case. No, if Funster wanted to talk to Red about Jarvis, he'd go over to Red's. So Funster brought out his guns. He showed Red his shot guns, his twenty-two's, and his very XXXKK special thirty-A-six. He showed him the bullets he made himself. Then, with all the guns laid out on the xxxxx porch railing like Fort Erie, he left Red to guard and brought out meat from his freezer? squirrel meat and deer steaks, wild rabbit, wild pigeons, wild doves. Ducks. Then came time for the frozen trout and fishing poles and a couple beers. "You sh-should come out with me some time," Funster always invited. "Get you away. It'd b-b-be g-good." But Red xxxx didn't like getting away. "Well," said Funster, "1-least you should do is get yourself a gun. Neighborhood's gettin ixixixi t-to tough. I worry for my wife and kids." "There's nothin around here I can't handle with my fists," said 8 Red. "Y-you can't stop a b-b-bullet with your damned fists." "When I get too old I'll get a god-damn ball bat." That was one of those answers that wasn't an answer it was just an answer, and the conversation had reached this point a hundred times. So Red xxxx packed back across the street with a couple of deer steaks in hand, meat he didn't eat because he didn't like the taste or smell of wild game and neither did Helen, and went to the closet in the living room, realizing he still had doors on his closet*and wondering if maybe he could solve his door problem with a couple easy transfers before winter, and he got out his bowling ball and made himself a |