I said, "I'm Sheriff Pete Evans. Were you his captives?" The woman nodded yes. I said, "He's dead now so you won't have to worry about him anymore. Is...there a number I can reach your family at?"She shook her head and said, "I don't have a family, just my little girl here." Her daughter was as cute as her mother was beautiful. I looked at the girl and asked what her name was."Rachel," she said.I said, "That's a pretty name. My name's Pete but you can call me Pete." She smiled at my little joke. "No, no, no, Vern?Parcells has taken them as far as they're gonna go, I'm telling ya?damn but this stuff is heavy." Clancy and Vern continued to chat as they did their dirty work?and by the end of the evening the debate over the Jets' secondary almost came to blows. Though their disagreement didn't come to open fighting, it did keep them from noticing a slight spill from one of the drums?.That ran down a hill?.Under the fence?And collecting in a puddle?such as what one would see under a leaky. "Oh, buddy, you bought us a peck of trouble this time. What are you gonna do about her? She's really mad, John, she's not like the others. You know Ray Denham is just liable to take a shotgun to us?" Shut up," Blodgett rasped savagely, "That bitch isn't going to run and tell her old man she put out to both of us, she's not that crazy..." He snapped his fingers, "Got it!" He picked up the telephone and dialed swiftly, talking fast as his number rang, "What we have to do is discredit her, that. I found out later that I was to be a server along with the other younger boys, and the older ones are stage performers. I was taught where my serving section would be and which tables were mine. I got paid seven dollars an hour plus tips. We opened from 9:00 pm to 5:00 am every Wednesday to Saturday. I made fifty-six dollars that night, and that with tips got me eighty-nine dollars made in one night. I was ecstatic. I could get food, clothes, and books. Anything I wanted. After working there.