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wildly against the house. Dingo turned his backside to
us again. Butch laughed. “See what I mean? You
couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn if you was inside
it.”
“Yeah,” Buster quipped, “you ain’t done no better
than me, so it must go back to you double.”
That made Butch mad, and he wound up like a
baseball pitcher and let fly. He missed by a couple of
yards. Buster jumped up and down. “Butch throws like
a sissy! Butch throws like a sissy!”
Butch picked up another rotten missile and let it
fly at Buster, hitting him squarely in the chest. Buster
took two and let them fly back in quick succession,
hitting Butch in the face and shoulder. I backed away
as rotten potatoes flew like bullets in a war. Finally,
their buckets were empty, and they were a dripping
mess.
Buster turned to me. “Who won?” I knew that no
matter who I said it was, it would make the other one of
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