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at the center of the discus-sion, it threw back its head and brayed noisily. "There, Doc." Dean sniggered. "Can't wait to get to be better friends with you." "If you are that eager, you spawn of Satan, then why don't you ride the donkey and I'll take over your pony?" The boy grinned again. "Thanks a lot, Doc. Thanks, but no thanks." Ryan grabbed at the bridle of his own horse and swung himself back into the saddle. "Time's wasting, Doc. Looks to me like Judas or nothing." "Then I fear that it will have to be nothing." "That your last word, Doc?" The old man folded his arms across his scrawny chest and nodded. "Indeed. That is my last word." Chapter Twenty-One file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...Deathlands%2022%20-%20Rider,%20Re aper.html (157 of 288) [12/29/2004 12:16:20 AM] Axler, James - Deathlands 22 - Rider, Reaper "Looks like a fish trying to ride a bicycle," Mildred commented, heeling her mount alongside Krysty. "More like a goat astride an alligator," the flame-haired woman suggested. "Oh, yes," Doc snorted. "Merriment and what-not! You cackling harpies! You two would have been most admirably sitted to suit& I mean suited to sit, knitting beneath the shadow of Madame La Guillo-tine, and jeering at the tumble of every aristocratic pate that rolled into the blood-sodden straw." "Temper, temper, Doc," Mildred warned, wagging a reproving finger at the red- faced old man, perched uncomfortably on the back of Judas. "I confess most freely that I had no idea what tem-per meant until I attempted to ride this misbegotten son of a sea cook. My dear and saintly mother once hired an Irish cook. Flaming red hair, begging your pardon, Krysty, my dear. No connection, I am most certain." The mule stopped suddenly, nearly tipping Doc over its head. He responded by giving it a clout around the side of the jaw with a clenched fist, and it immediately re-sumed its halting gait forward. "You have a wonderful way with animals," Sleeps In Day said solemnly. "Runs in the blood," Doc replied. "How about this Irish cook?" Mildred asked. "What's 'Irish' mean?" Dean asked. "It would take me far too long to answer that," Doc said. "But I tell you she had& What was her name? Mary? Marie? That was the name of the latest flame." "What are you talking about, Doc?" Krysty asked. "Try and stick to the point, will you?" file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...Deathlands%2022%20-%20Rider,%20Re aper.html (158 of 288) [12/29/2004 12:16:20 AM] Axler, James - Deathlands 22 - Rider, Reaper "Mary, it was. Hair like& Anyway. She had the most ferocious temper I ever knew. I would only have been about nine or ten, and I took pleasure in teasing the poor woman. I knew her rages and that gave a spice of true terror to the teasing. But she taught me a les-son one day. Sadly my mother dismissed her on the spot, but I still remember it." Page 79 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html "What did you do, Doc?" Mildred swatted midges away from her face. After reaching the edge of the storm, the dark clouds had raced ahead of them, leav-ing a sultry, leaden calm. A heavy sky lowered upon the sixteen riders. Nearly three hours had slipped by since the sudden attack from the mutie cougar, and they were moving along, southward, still following the blurred tracks of the two wags. "A simple matter of changing over the sugar and the salt as Mary was preparing the luncheon. The pota-toes and the stew were peculiarly sweet while the lemon mousse her pride and joy was oddly bitter." Doc lifted a hand to his mouth, but failed to smother a mean little snigger. "That's really shitty, Doc." Mildred eased herself in the saddle. "Be glad when we can finally rest some," she said. "Anyway, what did this redheaded cook do to punish you? Hope that it was nothing trivial." "The woman came from a long line of powerful gi-ants," Doc replied. "She took advantage of my rela-tive weakness to strip me of my knickerbockers and my drawers." "What?" Dean said. "Took off his pants," explained J.B., who had fallen back to hear the story. "Then what?" Krysty asked. "Covered my& the& all of& in molasses." file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...Deathlands%2022%20-%20Rider,%20Re aper.html (159 of 288) [12/29/2004 12:16:20 AM] Axler, James - Deathlands 22 - Rider, Reaper Everyone laughed at the expression of remembered distaste on the old man's wrinkled face. "All over your cock and balls?" "Yes, my dear young Dean. Precisely as you so ex-plicitly put it. And, indeed, all over my rectal orifice. That was not so uncomfortable in itself, but the re-moval was& To recall it still brings tears to my eyes." "And your mother fired her?" Mildred tutted. "Shame on her and shame on you. Still& " "Still, what, madam?" "Explains a lot about you Doc." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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