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Madden had even suggested that I talk to him. The old bastard couldn't have been nicer at that point. He took me back to his soda fountain at the back of the store, fixed me a vanilla coke and started telling me all kinds of stuff about this place.'' B.C. paused, took another stiff jolt of Scotch, wiped off her mouth and continued. "Then he started telling me about what he knew about Carson's horse and offered to drive me out and show me where it happened. I believed him." |
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"Look, Brenda, I don't want to sound like a broken record, but you still haven't told me what happened. This sure as hell isn't the first time some guy paid you some unwanted attention, is it?" |
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B.C. was more angry than hurt. She was also calmer. I think the repeated blitzes of Scotland's finest were beginning to have an effect on her. "Percy has a pickup truck," she said haltingly, "and we crawled in it to drive out to the Carson place. We drove out there, turned off the highway and went back down this long lane. He started pointing out where this whatever it is that we're chasing tore up everything. Actually I couldn't see much except for a few broken branches, a place where a couple of very small trees had been knocked down and a few gouges in the earth. You know how I tease. Well, I told him, 'I'm disappointed if this is all there is.'" |
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