Oswell said, “She’s pretty. And nice.”
“I got lucky,” said the tall man, who then pointed to the side of the house.
The quartet moved in that direction in silence. Two brindled dogs came running out of the woods, their snouts and paws so dirty that they looked as if they were covered in fudge.
“Jesus! Joseph! What filth you been diggin’ in?”
“Did you actually name them Jesus and Joseph?” inquired Dicky.
“I did.”
“How does the Lord feel about that honor?”
“I think He appreciates it. I say those names with love in my heart every single day.”
“Any of the neighbors have a Judas?” asked the gambler. “Watch out for that one.”
“Shut up,” barked Oswell.
The Tall Boxer Gang continued around the house and deeper into the property; the dogs trotted obediently beside Lingham.
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