Except for the donkeyengine men the deck crew had nothing to do. Meanwhile, I was waving the arm not underthe kid's butt back and forth over my head, and hard enough to blowaround wisps of the girl's fine blonde hair. I picked up therevolver, looked at it, then threw it into the woods across the road. It was what I had heard in Jo's office when the draft rushedpast the sides of my face.
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