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Show Flying - 195 drive-in window, the five-and-ten, the candy store on Broadway, the best place for a quick lunch, the travel agency for round-the-world t i c k e t s . Fine old g i r l . Really gave you your money's worth." "Did you ever have to k i l l anybody when you were sheriff?" says John Henry. The old cowboy stops laughing and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm fifty-four years old," he says. "When I was eleven, my father got drunk and went to take his belt to me and I backed hin down with his own shotgun that I grabbed off the wall. I been on my own ever since. I been a hobo and a saddle-tramp, I've picked cotton and I've broke rocks, and I was a sheriff for three years." The old cowboy stops and r o l l s himself a cigarette with quick notions and practiced ease. Like Tex, he pulls the pouch closed by holding the s t r i n g in his teeth. "I never k i l l e d an aninal except for meat, and I never killed a man that d i d n ' t need k i l l i n g , " says Tucson John, and takes a deep drag on h i s cigarette. |