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〃 Brutal hollered in from the storage room。 That had also been emptied for our use。 We were in the killing zone again; all right; it was a thing you could almost smell。
〃Hold your friggin water!〃 Harry yelled back。 〃Don't be so goddam impatient!〃
〃Prayin;〃 Toot said; grinning his unpleasant sunken grin。 〃Prayin for patience; just a little goddam patience。〃
〃Actually; Bitterbuck's a Christian … he says;〃 I told them; 〃and he's perfectly happy with the Baptist guy who came for Tillman Clark。 Schuster; his name is。 I like him; too。 He's fast; and he doesn't get them all worked up。 On your feet; Toot。 You prayed enough for one day。〃
〃Walkin;〃 Toot said。 〃Walkin again; walkin again; yes sir; walkin on the Green Mile。〃
Short as he was; he still had to duck a little to get through the door on the far side of the office。 The rest of us had to duck even more。 This was a vulnerable time with a real prisoner; and when I looked across to the platform where Old Sparky stood and saw Brutal with his gun drawn; I nodded with satisfaction。 Just right。
Toot…Toot went down the steps and stopped。 The folding wooden chairs; about forty of them; were already in place。 Bitterbuck would cross to the platform on an angle that would keep him safely away from the seated spectators; and half a dozen guards would be added for insurance。 Bill Dodge would be in charge of those。 We had never had a witness menaced by a condemned prisoner in spite of what was; admittedly; a raw set…up; and that was how I meant to keep it。
〃Ready; boys?〃 Toot asked when we were back in our original formation at the foot of the stairs leading down from my office。 I nodded; and we walked to the platform。 What we looked like more than anything; I often thought; was a color…gu