Hoss was busy going through a stack of blue jeans, withdrawing the occasional pair and earnestly holding them up to his waist. Beckman wandered around, noticing that most of the clothing items were new and not generally of military quality. The only genuinely military clothes seemed to be in a pile of used and faded army fatigues.
Several black teenagers with tasseled wool hats were looking through the boots. A short, nervous white man with a Prince Valiant haircut, wearing a shirt printed with sunbursts, stood behind the checkout counter.
The counter was a large glass case containing what appeared to be an almost infinite variety of knives, the most prominent having blades of wavy chrome steel with imitation pearl handles. Others had blades curved or twisted in some ghastly manner. Next
