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Chapter 2
I’m drunk by the time Evan gets back. It’s after dark, the other men have gone up to Hannah’s supper, but I keep to the cabin with the bottle. Laid out on my bed, lamp low, I see Evan and Jack come in and want to kill Jack because of what he’s done, and I know he’s done it because he’s wearing a s**t-eating grin. He adjusts his privates like to announce himself, should I have failed to get the situation. The kid shows no expression, just strips off his shirt and climbs into his bunk. “There’s supper up to the house,” I tell him. “Not hungry.” “I sure as hell am,” says Jack and goes out, never one to miss a meal. That leaves just Evan and me, and I can feel him there, never mind he’s across the room. I think on his hurt and his prospects, on him now being one of us, and I down the last
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