Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 81 of 116
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— Mek we” Tricky Willie broke a rule of long standing when he bought himself a bangtail. And thereby Willie, who ordinarily was an encyclo- pedia in maiters pertaining to the gee-gees, was ' sucked into a horseflesh frameup that was one for the books, ” 79 Beggars Don't Ride = - «\} “ yi A WY! Dean Parker ILLIE SHAD’S eyes gleamed as he posted the letter. “I’m too old for active service, and you're too small, Mailing this money takes the sting away. We’re doing something.” Curley Callahan’s face was glum as he watched Willie. He had the deep blue eyes and the happy-go-lucky disposition of the true Celt, but today he was worried. Willie was giving away all their money. “Sure, I believe in giving to the U.S.0.,” he said argumentatively, “But not half of our winninga. Nobody gives us half back when we lose a bet.” Uncon- sciously he tried to flatten his black curis against his skull. Curley hated his wavy hair. Willie grinned at him. “Kid, you talk a mMiGDoOo @ 2 (E@) <S (EC)