Garraty walked with him. “I thought you were going to buy it, that’s all,” he said. “But I didn’t, thanks to the musketeer,” McVries said sullenly. His hand went to the scar. “Fuck, we’re all going to buy it.” “Somebody wins. It might be one of us.” “It’s a fake,” McVries said, his voice trembling. “There’s no winner, no Prize. They take the last guy out behind a barn somewhere and shoot him too.” “Don’t be so fucking stupid!” Garraty yelled at him furiously. “You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re sa—” “Everyone loses,” McVries said.
