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Every coyote has his pack!
Hard Up For Heroes
“Five grand!” Chip Ryder slumped back in his seat, bereft of his customary poise for the moment and obviously not giving a damn. He whistled through his teeth. “Five thousand iron men.”
“What’s five or fifty thousand to a dead man?” Trane reasoned.
“You are afraid, Ben?” Maria asked quietly.
“Yeah, I am.”
Ryder laughed. “You’ll have to get used to our hero gradually, Maria. He always tells the truth — plays everythin’ straight down the line. But me? I’m too damned vain to admit I’m scared, even when I’m shakin’ in my boots. And you know somethin’? The more I think about five thousand greenbacks, the less scared I feel.”