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stage, the girl began song. She accompanied herself with the guitar. turned
away from Blancanales and watched her. gently responded to the rhythm the
guitar chords as he sipped beer, making it last. Blancanales girl paused
after her song Pardee applauded. His clapping moved two three other patrons
to applaud. Blancanales in, but the applause was lost the nonstop barroom
noise. Pardee glared at the tourists and phony cowfolk were ignoring the
girl. Then 
demanded of Blancanales: "Who will recommend them-" "Ask Senor Meza. Ask
the we both know. But give you any names security both ways. didn't give
anybody name, can't give name to you. think you were And then it would be
over for me. But anybody on the will vouch for them. wiped out most
professionally." Without commenting, Pardee returned his to the girl. He
listened to 
several more songs in her He didn't ask any more questions of girl hit the
last chords of her song as the jukebox blasted away final lyrics, drowning
out few patrons who had courtesy to applaud. She hurried off the and rushed
through the backstage door. "Assholes," Pardee casting surly eye the crowd.
"Don't have manners. They pay hear singer, then they listen. They work in an
then dress up like cowboys. even see faggots wearing camouflage on the