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Wilbur Larch knew he was cornered. Candy sat up in the front seat and looked at him, her genuine concern quite apparent despite the wild tangle her hair was in. Wally approached a member of the apple crew named Herb Fowler, a man only a few years older than Wall Pete Hyde looked like a potato compared to Angel Wells—which is to say his disposition was entirely bland and he had no apparent bones in his face.

There was no evidence of the crew; the jungle was dense in that area and believed to be unpopulated. 'Promise me you'll stay as long as I stay, Sunshine,' she said. Larch had spent some time around Senior Worthington, Larch might have figured out that the [160]man was unfairly judged; of course he drank too much—many people who drink at all drink too much. Vernon Lynch gunned the tractor so hard that an oily, black smoke barked out of the exhaust pipe and washed over the women in the mart.