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datatime: 2022-12-02 03:24:27 Author:HkGeDSiD

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

"Don't you talk down to me."

"And maybe a watermelon patch!"

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

Chub was too weak to hit her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure he'd heard it right. Delirium slurred his senses.

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"No, but I work in a doctor's office. An animal doctor-"

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

"Don't you talk down to me."

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