Butch said, “I want him now.”
Hank went to the edge of the step and yelled, “Hi, Gurney! Butch wants you.” He put a lot of beef in his voice.
Butch said suspiciously, “Why d’you yell like that?— he ain’t deaf.”
Hank began to sweat. He shouted again.
Gurney came round the side of the shack at a run. He’d got a lot of red smears on his face from Myra’s paint. That didn’t matter. Butch couldn’t see them. He was quite cool when he came up the steps.
Butch said, “What the hell’ve you been doin’?”
Hank put in quickly, “I told you, he’s been fixin’ the bus.”
Gurney grinned a little. “Yeah that’s right. That auto’s sure goin’ home.”
Butch said. “Where’s Myra?”
Gurney was elaborately calm. The old sonofabitch was sharp, he thought. “Just what I was goin’ to ask you. I gotta soft spot for that kid.”