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continued into the truck without

slowing. He hit the truck’s front cattle

railing, snapping it like a Tinkertoy,

and smashed down through the cab of

the truck. He came out through the

front window, made scrap metal of the

hood, and kept going at a dead run

through the men and dogs that were

scattering for cover. He roared out the

yard gate and down the road, heading

for the border, bellering and snorting

his rage at the injustice he’d received.

As everyone stood around in shock,

Old John finally spoke the first words

he’d said all day. He turned to Rastus

and shook his head. “I think you

pushed him just a little too far!”

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