At the house, Crow, couldn"t sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet when he heard a banging, echoing through the house. "What the hell?" he thought, reaching under his pillow for his pistol. As he left his room, he heard one of the Chinese arguing with someone at the door, and then he heard Earl"s voice as he came around the corner.
The man at the door looked familiar, but Crow couldn"t quite place him. The man"s uncombed hair stood out from his head in gray and black clumps. He was in his nightshirt, which he had hastily tucked into his trousers, the trouser cuffs hung around the tops of his boots. He was very excited and was grinning like a fool. As Crow approached, Earl turned, and he too grinned like an i***t.
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Crow.
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