Let's just get you inside and get you warm, how would that be?' As if the word warm had been his cue, the man's teeth began to chatter. of childish curses into the gale: doodlyfuck, kiss my bender, munch my meat, bite my bag, shit in your fuckin hat and wear it backward, Bruce. We—' He might have run on for hours — days, even — but the man in the hunting coat interrupted him. The goddam wind gusted hard enough to shake the truck.
His shakes had eased, at least for the time being. Charlie Knox cannot tell if they are men or not. Kurtz was rocking faster now, and the pistol was swinging faster, and Perlmutter began to feel a little antsy, as he had earlier in the day, before Underhill arrived and sort of cooled Kurtz out. He was now absolutely sure the man hadn't been drinking — it was fear (and maybe exhaustion) rather than booze that had made him unsteady on his feet.
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