Butch chewed his underlip. He sat down in the chair, his great fists clenched. “You leave her alone,” he growled.
Gurney grinned again but he made his voice smooth. “What’s biting you, Butch? You know kids ain’t my racket. When I have a woman, she’s gotta be a tramp ”
Butch said, “Okay, but leave Myra alone.”
There was a little pause, then Hank said: “Will you be there, Butch?”
His mind brought back to Sankey, Butch began to look worried again. “Your boy ain’t got no confidence,” he said to Gurney.
Gurney lit a cigarette and tossed the match into the mud patch. “He’s okay. He’s just nervous. It don’t amount to anythin’.”
“Yeah?” Butch levered himself forward. “You crazy? That guy’s carrying my dough. That guy’s gotta win.”
Sankey shifted. “Forget it,” he said. “Can’t you gab about somethin’ else?”
Butch turned his head. “Take him away,” he said to Hank. “Lead him round the place. I wantta talk to Gurney.”
Hank got up and jerked his head. “Come on,” he said to Sankey. They went down the path and sat in the car.