Doc looked at the sky in disgust. Rain. Fog and rain. His boonierats were melting. Doc shook his head. He stepped lightly to the rear of his hootch, relieved himself, then went to check in with El Paso and Brooks.
“Daily-daily,” Doc whispered cheerfully handing in two tiny white anti-malaria pills. “Up ya go, L-T. Hey, your boys soundin like they done a J-O-B las night. What the score?”
“We got at least ten,” El Paso beamed. “It’s like shootin tacos in a barrel a refried beans.”
“No s**t?”
“No shit.”
“Nooo shee-it?”
“No s**t, Man. I s**t you not.”
“Shee-it!”
“No shit.”
“s**t, Man. I think you shittin me.”
“I s**t you not, Bro.”
“Will you guys cut that s**t out?” Brooks laughed and the three of them giggled. Doc shimmied in beneath their poncho with them and the three lay on thei
