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to and stained his pink Izod shirt. Eldon’s tough talk had disappeared when the swelled slits of his eyes blinked back open.
    His hands were twisted behind him with lamp cord, attached to the legs of the wooden chair in which he sat. A blurred outline swayed her hips in front of him. He focused. A pair of hands were pushing goose-feather-soft mounds of female flesh before him. Hank Williams blared “My Bucket’s Got a Hole in It” from the radio on the kitchen counter behind her.
    Angus sat next to the radio, wiping the blood from his knuckles onto a white dish towel. He’d beat Eldon pretty fair, he thought. Laid the towel down beside the three large bottles of Allegra-D. Shook his head. Said, “Two-inches-a-love, didn’t your daddy never tell you not to think with your pecker? Even with all that schooling, you’re still a dumb shit.” Angus pointed down at the three bottles, said, “Had to be sure you had these.”
    Eldon’s eyes darted from Angus to Liz, who was running a hand down the front of her pants. Tonguing her lips. Giggling psychotic-like.
    Eldon looked back at Angus. Slobbered, “You can’t do this!”
    Angus gave a Charles Manson stare. Threw both hands into the air, palms facing up, said, “Who’s gonna stop me? You?” His laughter bounced into the high white plastered ceiling. Liz began to unzip her painted-on jeans. Revealing no panties, just cadaver-white flesh.
    Eldon closed his eyes. Tried to fight the rush of blood. Getting hard. Shook his aching head and realized he’d no pants on. Was bare ass and balls to the wooden chair. He opened his eyes. Looked around Liz to Angus, yelled, “Untie me, dammit! We’re partners!”
    Angus quipped, “Two-inches, you should’ve been more partner-like when you had the chance, given the pills over. All you got going for you now is right in front of you.”
    Red drooled from the corners of Eldon’s mouth. Liz’s jeans slid down tight thighs pocked with slug-sized bruises. She stepped out of them. Approached Eldon. Straddled him. Pulled her worn black T-shirt over her head. Wrapped it across Eldon’s face. Pressed her firm mounds up against the shirt covering Eldon’s head. Behind Liz, Angus’s voice said, “I’m gonna get. Let you get your two inches of fun on.”
    Liz smarted. “More man than you’ll live to be.”
    Angus eyed her from behind. Clenched his fist. Swallowed his words. Not here. Not yet.
    Eldon felt Liz’s hand reach down into his lap. Her ass raised, she guided him into her wet. He wanted to rupture but fought it. He heard Angus’s voice. “Here, take this ’fore I forget.” Liz took the tool for killing.
    Boots trailed away. A door opened. Closed.
    Liz started to bounce with a violent rhythm. Looked at the indentations of eyes and wavering lips hidden beneath her shirt. Eldon moaned. Liz imagined the scarred face with a raven mane beneath her shirt. She couldn’t forget Flat. Beatle. Or the humiliation.
    Eldon felt a hard, cold poke through the T-shirt and into his temple. Liz panted, “You … gonna—”
    Eldon panted back, “Alllmost—”
    “You gonna—”
    “Just about—”
    “You gonna—”
    “Yeah, I’m gonna—”
    Eldon felt Liz lean back, intensifying the feeling. Her bare feet smacked the floor. Her weight disappeared. The poke in Eldon’s temple moved to his forehead. Liz needed to know if she could do this.
    Eldon whined. His legs tensed and jerked. Her finger squeezed the trigger. The jerking stopped. A mess erupted beneath her shirt.
    She could do it, Liz told herself. She would do it.

 
    4
    Red and blue lights lit up the rear window of the primered Ford Galaxy. Next to Jarhead sat the Walmart sack of cash. Socks. Underwear. Cutoff jeans and a T-shirt rolled up inside also. Across the passenger’s seat lay the map a fighter who went by the name Combine Elder had detailed for Jarhead. Directions to the Donnybrook in Orange County, Indiana, a five-hour drive from Hazard,