Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 8 of 116
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Wild Bill Sweeney was a hell-for- leather puckster. But when he signed up to fill the forward wall for the Raider, she was paired with another ice demon. For this wing partner, instead of helping Bill turn on the red light for a geal, turned on the — gteen light—to the hospital ! CHAPTER I ILD BILL SWEENBY did not Wea with his usual jaunty step - this winter morning. ‘Fhe wind swept upon him and its coldness matched the chill in Sweeney’s heart. But Sweeney did not seem to notice the wind or the eold. His footsteps lagged a little and his brow was knit in a worried frown. What- ever Sweeney's troubles, there was a definite “thumbs-up” expression about the set of his jaw. | ¥ou wouldn't take Sweeney for a guy - Gomichbooks