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nto　his　cheek　was　a　plug　of　Red　Man　tobacco　so　big　it　would　have　gagged　a　hyena。　It　was　all　Weeb　could　do　to　conceal　his　disgust；　Eddie　Spurling　was　about　the　biggest　Gomer　he'd　ever　met。
　〃The　fish　are　dying；〃　Eddie　said；　his　voice　pained。
　〃You　noticed。〃
　〃Why？〃
　〃Don't　worry　about　it；〃　Weeb　said。　〃Sit　down；　please。〃
　〃I　hate　to　see　'em　dying　like　that。〃
　Not　half　as　much　as　I　do；　Weeb　thought　morosely。　〃Eddie；〃　he　began；　〃have　you　given　much　thought　to　the　big　tournament？　Have　you　got　a　plan　for　winning？〃
　Eddie　Spurling　shifted　the　tobacco　to　his　other　cheek。　Chewing　hard；　he　said；　'Truthfully；　I　figured　buzzbaits　would　do　it；　but　now　I　don't　know。　There's　not　much　cover　in　this　water。　'Fact；　there's　not　much　anything　in　this　water。　I　didn't　even　see　any　garfish　down　there；　and　those　suckers　could　live　in　a　toilet　bowl。〃
　Weeb　frowned。
　〃Jelly　worms；〃　Eddie　declared　through　his　chaw。　〃Rig　'em　Texas…style；　I　think　that'll　be　the　ticket；　sir。〃
　Charlie　Weeb　sat　forward　and　put　on　his　eyeglasses。　〃Eddie；　it's　very　important　that　you　win　this　tournament。〃
　〃Well；　I'll　damn　sure　try。〃　He　flashed　a　mouthful　of　wet　brown　teeth。　〃Prize　money　like　that…you　kidding？〃
　〃Trying　is　fine；〃　Weeb　said；　'Very　admirable。　But　this　time　we　may　need　to　do　more。　A　little　insurance。〃
　Weeb　was　not　surprised　that　Eddie　looked　confused。
　〃You're　the　new　star　at　OCN；　we　got　a　lot　riding　on　you；〃　Charlie　Weeb　said。　〃If　you　win；　we　all　win。　And　Lunker　Lakes　too。　This　is　a　tremendous　opportunity；　Eddie。〃
　〃Well；　sure。〃
　〃Opportunities　like　this　don't　e　along　every　day。〃　Weeb　rocked　back　and　folded　his　hands　behind　his　head。　〃I've　been　having　this　dream；　Eddie；　and　you're　in　it。〃
　〃Yeah？〃
　〃That's　right。　In　my　dream；　the　sun　is　shining；　the　lakes　are　clear　and　beautiful。　Thousands　of　happy　home…buyers　are　gathered　around；　and　the　TV　is　there　too；　waiting　for　the　end　of　the　big　tournament。　All　the　other　fishermen　are　back　at　the　dock　except　you；　Eddie。〃
　〃Ugh。〃
　〃Then；　only　seconds　before　the　deadline；　I　see　your　boat　cutting　across　the　water。　You　pull　up　with　a　big　smile　on　your　face；　get　out；　wave　at　the　cameras。　Then　you　reach　down　and　pull　up　the　biggest　stringer　of　largemouth　bass　anyone's　ever　seen。　The　whole　joint　goes　wild；　Eddie。　There　you　are；　standing　under　the　Lunker　Lakes　sign；　holding　up　these　giant　mother　fish。　God；　it's　a　vision；　don't　you　agree？〃
　〃Sure；　Reverend　Weeb；　it'd　be　a　dream　e　true。〃
　Charlie　Weeb　said；　〃Eddie；　it　will　e　true。　I'm　trucking　in　some　big　fucking　bass　from　Alabama。　They're　yours；　partner。〃
　〃Wait　a　minute。〃
　〃With　the　water　this　bad；　I　can't　chance　keeping　the　biggest　ones　in　Lunker　Lakes；〃　Weeb　said。　He　unrolled　a　map　across　the　kitchen　counter。　〃Here　we　are；〃　he　said；　pointing；　〃and　here's　the　Everglades　dike。　All　you　got　to　do　is　tie　the　boat　at　the　culvert；　hop　the　levee；　and　pull　the　cages。〃
　〃Cages…fish　cages？〃
　〃No；　tiger　cages；　Eddie…Christ；　what　do　you　think？〃
　Eddie　Spurling　said；　〃I　ain't　gone　cheat。〃
　〃Pardon　me？〃
　〃Lookit；　I'll　scout　the　lakes　and　dump　some　brush　piles　a　few　days　ahead。　Stock　'em　with　bass　before　tournament　day　and　mark　the　spots。　Hell；　everybody　does　that…how　about　it？〃
　Charlie　Weeb　shook　his　head。　〃The　fish　will　croak；　Eddie；　that's　the　problem。　I　got　two　thousand　yearlings　ing　in　the　night　before　and　I'll　be　lucky　if　they　hang　on　until　dusk。　Worse　es　to　worst；　you　might　be　the　only　guy　in　the　tournament　to　bring　in　a　live　bass。〃
　〃But　I　ain't　gone　cheat。〃
　Reverend　Weeb　smiled　patiently。　〃Eddie；　you　just　bought　that　big　place　outside　Tuscaloosa…what；　sixty　acres；　something　like　that。　And　I　notice　your　wife's　driving　a　new　Eldorado　。。。　well；　Eddie；　I　look　at　you　and　see　a　man　who's　enjoying　himself；　am　I　right？　I　see　a　man　who　likes　being　number　one；　for　a　change。　Some　men　get　a　chance　like　this　and　they　blow　it…think　of　Dickie　Lockhart。〃
　Eddie　Spurling　didn't　want　to　think　about　that　fool　Dickie　Lockhart。　What　happened　to　Dickie　Lockhart　was　a　damn　fluke。　Eddie　ground　his　Red　Man　to　a　soggy　pulp。　〃You　got　a　place　I　could　spit　this？〃　he　asked。
　〃The　sink　is　fine；〃　Weeb　said。　Angrily　Eddie　Spurling　drilled　the　wad　straight　into　the　disposal。
　〃So　what's　it　gonna　be；〃　Charlie　Weeb　said。　〃You　want　to　be　a　star；　or　not？〃
　
　Later　that　afternoon；　Deacon　Johnson　knocked　on　the　door　to　Reverend　Weeb's　private　office。　Inside；　Reverend　Weeb　was　getting　a　vigorous　back　rub　and　dictating　a　Sunday　sermon　for　transcription。
　〃Who　you　got　lined　up　for　the　healing？〃　Weeb　grunted；　the　masseuse　kneading　his　freckled　shoulder　blades。
　〃No　kids；〃　Deacon　Johnson　reported　glumly。　〃Florida's　different　from　Louisiana；　Charles。　The　state　welfare　office　threatened　to　shut　us　down　if　we　use　any　kids　on　the　show。〃
　〃Pagan　assholes！〃
　Charlie　Weeb　had　planned　a　grand　healing　for　the　morning　of　the　big　bass　tournament。　A　lavish　pulpit　was　being　constructed　as　part　of　the　weigh　station。
　〃Now　what？〃　he　said。
　〃I'm　going　down　to　the　VA　tomorrow　to　look　for　some　cripples；〃　Deacon　Johnson　said。
　〃Not　real　cripples？〃
　〃No；〃　said　the　deacon。　〃With　some　of　the　vets；　it　es　and　goes。　They　stub　their　toe；　they　get　a　wheelchair…it's　all　in　their　head。　I　think　we　can　find　one　to　play　along。〃
　〃Be　careful；〃　Reverend　Weeb　said。　〃All　we　need　is　some　fruitcake　Rambo　flashing　back　to　Nam　on　live　TV。〃
　〃Don't　worry；〃　Deacon　Johnson　said。　〃Charles；　I　thought　you'd　like　to　hear　some　good　news。〃
　〃Absolutely。〃
　Deacon　Johnson　said；　〃The　tournament's　full。　Today　we　got　our　fiftieth　boat。〃
　〃Thank　God。〃　The　hundred…fifty　grand　in　entry　fees　would　almost　cover　costs。　〃Anybody　famous？〃　Weeb　asked。
　〃No；　couple　of　brothers；〃　Deacon　Johnson　said。　〃In　fact；　Eddie　said　he　never　even　heard　of　them。　Tile　is　the　name。　James　and　Chico。〃
　The　preacher　chuckled　and　rolled　over　on　his　back。　〃Long　as　the　check　cleared；〃　he　said。
　
　Catherine　was　astonished　when　they　went　through　the　Golden　Glades　interchange　and　the　toll…booth　lady　hardly　looked　twice　at　Lucas。
　〃I　can't　believe　it；〃　Catherine　said　as　they　drove　away。
　Behind　the　wheel；　Thomas　Curl　scowled。　〃What　the　hell　would　she　say？〃
　When　they　had　pulled　up　to　the　booth；　Curl　had　reached　out　with　his　dog…headed　arm　to　get　the　ticket。　The　toll…booth　lady　glanced　benignly　at　the　pit　bull；　which　was　deposing　rather　noticeably。
　〃Have　a　nice　day；〃　the　toll…booth　lady　said。　〃I'm　all　out　of　Milk…bones。〃
　〃Thanks　just　the　same；〃　said　Thomas　Curl；　driving　on。
　He　had　named　the　dead　dog　head　Lucas。
　〃Why　not　Luke？〃　Catherine　asked。
　〃What　a　dumb　name　for　a　dog。〃
　Thomas　Curl　held　the　pistol　tightly　with　his　left　hand；　that's　why　he'd　had　to　reach　for　the　toll　ticket　with　his　right　arm；　the　dog　arm。　That's　the　one　he　steered　with。　Catherine　could　see　that　it　was　grossly　swollen　with　infection。　The　pus…lathered　flesh　had　turned　gray；　with　lightning　streaks　of　crimson。
　〃You　should　see　a　doctor。〃
　〃After　I　see　Dennis；〃　Thomas　Curl　said。　〃And　after　I　see　your　goddamn　husband。〃　Curl　was　sweating　like　a　pig。
　Catherine　said；　〃He's　not　my　husband　anymore。〃
　〃I　still　plan　to　kill　him；　on　account　of　Lemus。〃
　〃See　if　I　care；〃　said　Catherine；　staring　out　the　window；　seemingly　enjoying　the　ride。
　Thomas　Curl　didn't　know　what　to　make　of　her。　The　girl　should　have　been　frightened　to　death。
　〃Wait'll　he　finds　out　where　you　are。〃
　〃Decker？　What　makes　you　think　he　still　cares？〃　she　bluffed。
　Thomas　Curl　laughed　coarsely。　〃He's　only　got　about　a　million　fucking　pitchers。〃
　〃Of　me？〃
　〃Fucking　A。　Under　the　bed；　in　the　closet；　probably　in　his　underpants　drawer　too。　Didn't　you　know　that？〃
　Catherine　didn't　know　about　the　pictures。　She　wondered　which　ones　R。J。　had　kept；　which　ones　he　liked　best。
　〃My　husband's　a　doctor。　He　could　take　a　look　at　that　arm　when　he　gets　back　tonight。〃　Another　bluff。　James　would　have　passed　out　at　the　sight。
　〃No　way；〃　Thomas　said。　〃We're　headed　for　Lauderdale。〃　He　looked　down　at　the　dog　head　and　smiled。　〃Ain't　that　right；　Lucas　boy？〃
　Catherine　was　not　surprised　when　Lucas　made　no　reply；　but　Thomas　Curl　frowned　unhappily。　〃Lucas；　you　hear　me？　Goddammit；　puppy；　speak！〃
　The　festering　dog　head　clung　mutely　to　his　arm。
　Thomas　Curl　shoved　the　barrel