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the asshole punk who'd shot him。
〃Yo； Lester。〃 It was the giant one…eyed fruitcake； holding an empty bucket。 There was no dentist。
But Snapper definitely felt a cold steel object bracing his jaws open； digging into the roof of his mouth； pinching the tender web of flesh beneath his tongue； something so heavy that it caused his head to nod forward； something that extended diagonally upward from his chin to beyond his forehead。
A heavy bar of some type。 Snapper crossed his eyes to put it in focus。 The bar was red。
Oh fuck。
He wailed； trying to rise。 His legs tangled。 With rubbery arms he flailed uselessly at the thing locked in his mouth。
Skink held up a small chrome key and said； 〃Accept no imitations。〃
〃Nnnnngggggoooo！！〃
〃You shot my friend。 You called him a nigger。〃 Skink shrugged in resignation。 〃You beat up a lady； stole her momma's wedding ring； dumped her on the roadside。 What choice have you left me？〃
He took Snapper by the hair and dragged him； blubbering； to the shore of a broad milky…green creek。
〃What choice？〃 Skink repeated； softly。
〃Unngh！ Unnnggghhhh！〃
〃Sure。 Now you're sorry。〃
Edie； Bonnie and Augustine appeared on the bank。 Skink crouched in the mud next to Snapper。
〃Here's the deal。 Most any other species； you'd have been dead long ago。 Ever heard of Charles Darwin？〃
Mosquitoes tickled Snapper's eyelids as he nodded his head。
〃Good；〃 Skink said。 〃Then you might understand what's about to happen。〃 He turned to the others。 〃Somebody tell Mister Lester Maddox Parsons where we are。〃
Augustine said： 〃Crocodile Lakes。〃
〃Yes indeedy。〃 Skink rose。 Once more he displayed the chrome key； the only thing that could unlock The Club from Snapper's achingly prolongated jowls。
Skink threw it in the water。 He said； 〃Crocodile Lakes Wildlife Refuge。 Guess how it got its name。〃
Mournfully Snapper stared at the circle of ripples where the key had plopped into the creek。
They'd stopped once along County Road 905； so Skink could snatch a dead diamondback off the blacktop。
〃Don't tell me；〃 said Edie。 〃It tastes just like chicken。〃
The governor； coiling the limp rattlesnake at his feet； pretended to be insulted。 He told Edie she was much too pretty to be such a cynic。 He snapped off the snake's rattle and presented it to her for a souvenir。
〃Just what I always wanted。〃 She dropped it in the ashtray。
After ditching the car； Skink made a torch from a gummy stump of pine。 For nearly two hours he led them through a shadowed canopy of buttonwoods； poisonwoods； figs； pigeon plums and mahogany。 He'd slung Snapper over his shoulder like a sack of oats。 In his right hand he held the torch； in his other was the Bill Blass suitcase。 Edie Marsh followed along a path hardly wide enough for a rabbit。 Bonnie went next； with Augustine close behind； carrying （at Skink's instruction） the tranquilizer rifle and The Club。 The 。38 Special was in his belt。
Eventually they entered a small clearing。 In the center was a ring of sooty stones； a campfire site。 A few yards away sat a junked truck with freckles of rust and a faded orange stripe。 Bolted to the roof was a bar of cracked red lights。 Bonnie and Augustine stepped closer…it was an old Monroe County ambulance； propped on cinder blocks。 Augustine opened the tailgate and whistled appreciatively。 The ambulance was full of books。
The governor deposited Snapper on the ground； propped against a scabby tree trunk。 He went to a spot on the other side of the clearing and kicked at the leaves and loose twigs； exposing an olive…drab tarpaulin。 Rummaging beneath it； he came out with a tin of bread crumbs； a jar of vegetable oil； a five…gallon jug of fresh water and a waxy stick of army insect repellent； which he passed around。
While he collected dry wood for the fire； Edie Marsh came up beside him。 〃Where are we？〃
〃Middle of nowhere。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because there's no better place to be。〃
They gathered to watch him skin the rattler。 Edie was impressed by his enormous hands； sure and swift and pletely at ease with the knife。
As the fire sparked up； Augustine pulled Bonnie closer and buried his face in the silkiness of her hair。 He was soothed by the soft crackle of tinder； the owl piping on a distant wire； raccoons trilling and fussing in the shadows； the whoosh of nighthawks scooping insects above the firelit treetops。 The sole discordant note was the stuporous snore of Lester Maddox Parsons。
The air tasted fresh； the rain was done for a while。 Augustine wouldn't have traded places with another soul。 Crocodile Lakes on a warm September night was fine。 He kissed Bonnie lightly； having no special plans beyond the moment。 He willed himself not to worry about Max Lamb； who would be ing tomorrow on a mission to retrieve his bride。
Skink began spooning out chunks of pan…fried snake。 Edie Marsh facetiously said it was impolite not to save some for Snapper。 Skink declared that he wouldn't so dishonor the memory of a dead reptile。
That's when he'd asked Augustine for The Club。
He turned his back to the others while he fitted it under Snapper's papery gray lips。 Bonnie believed the procedure would have been physically impossible； were it not for the preexisting crookedness of those saurian jawbones。 Afterwards nobody said a word； until Snapper made a groggy inquisitive murmur。
Skink bent over him。 〃Lester？〃
〃Mmmmmfrrrttthh。〃
〃Lester Maddox Parsons！〃
Snapper's eyelids fluttered。 The governor asked Augustine to take a bucket down to the creek and get some water to wake up the sorry sonofabitch。
The pink…orange parfait of dawn failed to elevate Edie's spirits。 She was sticky； scratched； hot； parched； filthy； as wretched as she'd ever been。 She wanted to cry and pull at her hair and scream。 She wanted to make a scene。 Most of all she wanted to escape； but that was impossible。 She was trapped on all sides by humming crackling wilderness； it might as well have been a twelve…foot wall of barbed wire。 Her hands and feet weren't shackled。 The governor held no gun to her head。 Nothing whatsoever prevented her from running； except the grim certainty that she'd never find her way out； that she'd bee blindly lost in the woods and starve； and that her emaciated body would be torn apart and devoured by crocodiles； rattlers and ravenous tropical ants。 The prospect of an anonymous death in the swamps offended Edie's dignity。 She didn't want her sun…bleached bones to be found by hunters； fishermen or bird…watchers； pieced together by wisecracking medical students and coroners； identified by X…rays from her childhood orthodontist。
She approached the governor。 〃I want to talk。〃
He was mumbling to himself； feeling around in his shirt。 〃Damn；〃 he said。 〃Out of toad。〃 He glanced at Edie： 〃You're a woman of the world。 Ever smoke Bufo？〃
〃We need to talk；〃 she said。 〃Alone。〃
〃If it's about the suitcase； forget it。〃
〃It's not that。〃
〃All right； then。 Soon as I finish chatting with Lester。〃
〃No； now！〃
Skink cupped her c