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watch him carefully. Here they in the neighbor's backyard!" Roger gulped.
Glen and watched the Outlaws search the houses. They down doors, broke
windows. Dogs barked. Shots them. A new group of bikers up on their Harleys,
Kawasakis, led by the barrel-chested Outlaw in the Army cap. He wore slung
over his shoulder. long bayonet flashed the morning light. The group
continued to house where Acidhead had died; they their bikes there, and went
pistol popped in the house next to 
they hid. Three bikers dragged an man and woman from the Outlaws converged
on scene. The elderly man white-haired and thin comforted his wife as
crowded around them, taunting the man. The biker in the Rebel cap up and
glared at the old man. of the bikers who had out the couple showed the
Rebel-capped small pistol, then pointed to rip in his jacket sleeve. The
Confederate unslung his shotgun. "Oh, God," Chris turning away from the
vent. can't watch this." "Watch it," 
told him. "It's happen to you, to all of if we get caught." "Run, you old
the Outlaw suddenly boomed. "You want to Here's your chance!" Glen outside.
The bikers cleared for the couple. biker shoved them. The Confederate Outlaw
with the shotgun his hip, pointing at the couple only six feet away. The old
man shook his He refused to run. He held his pressing her face his chest. He
kissed forehead. A single blast threw them to 
asphalt. They sprawled together, huge blood spreading around them. "Now
coming to search this house," told the others. "Hey, Stonewall!" biker the
street called out. "You one cold mother." bikers laughed. Glen peeked out,
saw the biker loading shells into shotgun. Now Glen knew the biker's name:
that's cold-" the biker shouted. "I'm for the hero that killed one ours.
When find him... You all this cap- When 
done with that hero, going to wear hide for hat right up nose and eyes and
and all, just like coonskin cap." More Boots kicked down the door. Shotgun
inside the house shattered windows, sent crashing. They must been doing this
to every on the island. shouted: "Where are you- out of this house! All
want's your money and And we want you 
at the Casino. Anybody in here, out. We want you with the people."
Laughter. Rifle shots ripped through house. shotgun blast smashed beneath
them; single pellet through the rafters, then bounced the roof joists.
"Glen," his wife whispered, "come here with me..." "I can't!" hissed. Boots
stormed up the stairs. Doors open, furniture fell. voice shouted: "Check
closet!" The blast of shotgun. Plaster exploding 
"That closet's checked!" Laughter. "Rings! Diamonds. Hey, Split it with
mine. Find your own." "Both of you!" Stonewall's boomed. "Stick that trash
your pockets. Search this house. got two dead buddies and fighting over some
phony Search that closet, under the up in the attic, everywhere!" "Psst!"
hissed to Roger. Then he and blocked the vent near them. attic went pitch
dark. Furniture down. The closet door leading

kindest regards,


Brandi