xavier henry
Lucas, you hear me Goddammit, puppy, speak! The festering dog head clung mutely to his arm. Thomas Curl shoved the barrel of the pistol into one of the animals piebald ears. Please dont, Catherine cried, raising her arms. No longer paying even cursory attention to xavier henry the highway, Thomas glared down at hot for words and bared his own teeth. My daddy said you got to show em whos boss. Dogs is like wives, he said, you cant let em have their way once else they run wild. Aint that right, Lucas boy Again xavier henry nothing. Thomas Curl cocked the pistol. Bad dog, Lucas! Catherine covered her 
oakland and let out a muffled little bark. Curl grinned and leaned closer. Hear that Catherine barked again. It was better than having him fire a gun inside the car, doing seventy. Thats my xavier henry puppy, Curl said, oblivious. He laid the pistol in his lap and patted the crown of the dead danielle staub beverly merrill head. You good boy, Lucas, I knew all along. Ruff! said Catherine. Skink netted more shiners and made Al Garcia practice with the fish until xavier henry nearly dawn. Finally they let the monster-beastie rest, and Skink rowed back across Lake Jesup. As they dragged the skiff ashore, Garcia noticed two 
southeastern conference parked behind Skinks truck at the shack. One belonged to Trooper Jim Tile. The other was a tangerine Corvette. Company, Skink xavier henry said, removing his raincap. The four of them were sitting around the campfire: Decker, Tile, Lanie Gault, and a woman whom Skink did not recognize. Decker introduced her as Ellen oakland Hows the eye Jim Tile asked. Skink grinned and took off his sunglasses. Good as xavier henry new, he said. Everyone felt obliged to say something nice about the owl eye. You hungry S.
