Johnny Marinville told his story again—all of it, this time. For the first time in a good many years he tried to keep it short—there were critics all over America who would have applauded, partly in disbelief.
Johnny Marinville told his story again—all of it, this time. For the first time in a good many years he tried to keep it short—there were critics all over America who would have applauded, partly in disbelief. He told them about stopping to take a leak, and how Entragian had planted the pot in his saddlebag while he was doing it. He told them about the coyotes—the one Entragian had seemed to talk to and the others, posted along the road at intervals like a weird honor guard—and about how the big cop had beaten him up. He recounted the murder of Billy Rancourt, and then, with no appreciable change in his voice, about how the buzzard had attacked him, seemingly at Collie Entragian’s command.
