Chapter 13
Cotty droned, "Get your bets down, gents, before the Wheel of Fortune spins. It spins and spins, and where it stops nobody knows!"
His thoughts were far removed from what he was doing. Every time he thought of last night, and that was almost constant since he hadn't slept much, a hot rage boiled up in him like a foul bubble threatening to burst. He had plotted ways and means to kill Dan Fields and had discarded them all as too risky. But he would think of some way. He would never be content until he saw Dan dead.
"Well, Mister Wheelspinner, what are you waiting for? Christmas?" a sneering voice asked.
Cotty came to himself with a start. The man speaking was a redneck farmer who had been betting steadily for an hour, losing almost as steadily, and who fortified himself from t
