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raised a little hell, intimidated a couple of the local folk and started bustin' up Vernice's diner. I was washin' dishes in the back at the time. When I heard the ruckus they was raisin' I went out the back door, out to the shed, got myself a crowbar and pried the spokes out of the wheels of their bikes. They didn't like that much and got a little surly about the whole affair, so I used the bar on them."
He took time out to enjoy another drag.
"Harlan saw the whole thing, and the next thing I know the village council was offerin' me eight hundred and fifty bucks a month to sorta keep the lid on things around here. Up until now it ain't been all that much trouble."
"Do you like it?"
Jake shrugged. "What the hell," he groused, "it's a job, and a man's gotta do somethin' with his time. Never have found a substitute for eatin'."
The interlude was interrupted by the crackling of the radio. Jake was suddenly alert again. A voice began transmitting without identifying itself. "Just checked with Ben Hart who says his gear's out. Says he ain't seen nothin'."
Jake depressed the transmit button on the side of his unit. "Where are you, Phil?"
"On Chestnut, down by the stone quarry."
"Seen anything?"

 
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