Michael Malone - Weebly

ehind and in his huge bear hug lifted him away from the
Jaguar, the frame of which Lance was beating with his
fists. Scaper held him like that (thinking that at any
second his own dry old bones would snap in two) until
he felt the other's muscles unclench. Then he spoke
loudly into his ear.
"You listen to me. You didn't do it. You didn't do it.
Are you listening to me? Lance? There wasn't anything
you could have done.
Now's the time to act like a man. You hear me? All
right. All right then." The voice softened to a steady lull.
"Okay. I'm going to let you go. There. Now I want you
to go inside with Ernie here and let him give you a drink.
Let me see those hands first. Goddamnit! Ernie, tell
Priss to get this bleeding stopped and put something on
the cuts. But this right one's gonna have to be X-rayed.
Okay, go on. And get out of those wet clothes, Ernie."
Scaper watched Priss step away from the door to
let Lance and Ransom inside. Then he turned to the
others who still stood at the curb. "Arthur, I want you to
take Evelyn back home now. Limus, just go on home,
please. I don't know what in damnation you're doing