Kin Dread [antikvár]

I could tell them outsiders was going to be easy.The guy was a fatso who wheezed while he was carting gearfrom the canoe to the site. His bimbó pranced along behind him in real tight shorts, whining that the campsite was so dirty, there was bugs everywhere, and how could Charlie expect her to spend the night in this place? He set her straight, as straight as you can set a woman liké v that, and said they was either sleeping here or in the canoe. Then he told her to get the food.She gave him one of them looks I knew all about, the look a woman gives a man when she'd like to put her hands around his throat and squeeze till he turnéd pur-ple. "Whatever happened to that other campsite you told me about that was supposed to be so comfortable ?'' she said."We wonft make it by dark, Vi. "She looked around once more, wrinkling her nőse, her painted nails tapping those plumpo hips. For a second, I thought maybe she ?d seen me because she was staring at the bushes where me and Opal was hiding. But then she turnéd and marched off toward the canoe9 and the guy dumped the gear on the ground and stared at it like he didn yt know what to do next.Even from where me and Opal was hiding, I could see that gear. Nice stuff. Expensive. Sleeping bags, a tent, one of them stoves that folds up like a chair, lanterns things the band could use. Things we needed. And when you was in need, my old man used to say, it was okay to do what you had to do. It was okay to borrow, especially ifyou was borrowing from someone who had a lot more than you. And I could smell money on that fat man. I figured he lived in one of them swanky homes on the