"Let 'em come, baby," Bobby said with a wink towards Buck. "Bobby D. got something for their asses."

He was glad he was working the pig. It was heavy enough that it acted as an anchor for his body. He knew Buck got the shakes when the shit got heavy and who the fuck wouldn't? If not for the pig Bobby would look like he had epilepsy he would shake so bad. Jack Johnson helped hide his fear. The skinny guy with the big gun and even bigger mouth who told everyone that his first act back home would be to do Lynda Bird Johnson in the Oval Office, right in front of her daddy. LBJ fucked all of us, he told them, so Imma fuck his daughter. The truth was that as soon as he got home he would kiss the ground and never ever fucking leave St. Louis again.

"I'm good," he told Buck after he made sure the ammo belt still had plenty of rounds. "Jack's ready to chew up the next round of Dinks."