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Now I looked down at my moddies that Bill was rasterin'.
My spurs.
I had visited the bodyshop the mornin' after the mess at Parts Unknown, reckonin' I had no time to waste. The proprietor was a gerry who musta been born a good hundred years ago. I listened close when he spoke, figurin' to benefit from his experience.
''Believe me, I know these Brazilians. They share the Argentinian fascination with the knife. Your man will chose a superalloy steel pair of spurs, most likely the Wilkinson'or Gilette. Those are fine spurs, but too heavy. They invariably slow one down. Now these"-he took down a slim case, opened it, and revealed two transparent scimitars nestled on black velvet-"are superior in every way. Bioglass by Corn-
ing. They hold just as sharp an edge as superalloy, but are featherlight. Hard to focus on, too. Moreover, they provide superior bonding at the bone interface. We will grow the glass right into your tibia."
The old man paused. "Oh, by the way, the law requires me to remind you that these are sold strictly for decorative purposes. Now, if you agree to that condition, shall I begin the installation?"
What could I say? I took 'em. I also let the guy talk me into a pair of musky scent-glands, located right at my wrist pulse-points. He said it would make me feel more macho and attract more women. I didn't have the heart to tell him that was how I had gotten into this jam in the first place.
Archin' my soles, I jerked the spurs up and down a hair, showin' off for Bill.
"Yeah, pretty neat," Bill agreed. "However, the outlaw line still has Diaz favored over you at three-to-two. I plan to make some hefty eft off your loss, sucker." Bill started laughing. "See you in the pit tonight."
He left before I could contradict him. But I wasn't sure if he wasn't right.
I was gettin' another flour bag set when Geraldine came into the yard. I pretended not to see her.
"Lew," she said, "please, don't do it. You know DDI will protect you from Diaz. There's no need to risk your life with something illegal like this."
"You say somethin', Geraldine?"
"Yes, I said something, you damn stubborn pig's asshole. I said don't throw your life away for your stupid pride."
"Sorry, Geraldine, I can't rightly hear what you're sayin', for some reason or other."
"Oh, go to hell, you ignorant shitkicker!"
Flour filled the air as my foot thumped back to the earth.
"When you see me whippin' that spic's butt, Geraldine, you will feel different about things.
Now I looked down at my moddies that Bill was rasterin'.
My spurs.
I had visited the bodyshop the mornin' after the mess at Parts Unknown, reckonin' I had no time to waste. The proprietor was a gerry who musta been born a good hundred years ago. I listened close when he spoke, figurin' to benefit from his experience.
''Believe me, I know these Brazilians. They share the Argentinian fascination with the knife. Your man will chose a superalloy steel pair of spurs, most likely the Wilkinson'or Gilette. Those are fine spurs, but too heavy. They invariably slow one down. Now these"-he took down a slim case, opened it, and revealed two transparent scimitars nestled on black velvet-"are superior in every way. Bioglass by Corn-
ing. They hold just as sharp an edge as superalloy, but are featherlight. Hard to focus on, too. Moreover, they provide superior bonding at the bone interface. We will grow the glass right into your tibia."
The old man paused. "Oh, by the way, the law requires me to remind you that these are sold strictly for decorative purposes. Now, if you agree to that condition, shall I begin the installation?"
What could I say? I took 'em. I also let the guy talk me into a pair of musky scent-glands, located right at my wrist pulse-points. He said it would make me feel more macho and attract more women. I didn't have the heart to tell him that was how I had gotten into this jam in the first place.
Archin' my soles, I jerked the spurs up and down a hair, showin' off for Bill.
"Yeah, pretty neat," Bill agreed. "However, the outlaw line still has Diaz favored over you at three-to-two. I plan to make some hefty eft off your loss, sucker." Bill started laughing. "See you in the pit tonight."
He left before I could contradict him. But I wasn't sure if he wasn't right.
I was gettin' another flour bag set when Geraldine came into the yard. I pretended not to see her.
"Lew," she said, "please, don't do it. You know DDI will protect you from Diaz. There's no need to risk your life with something illegal like this."
"You say somethin', Geraldine?"
"Yes, I said something, you damn stubborn pig's asshole. I said don't throw your life away for your stupid pride."
"Sorry, Geraldine, I can't rightly hear what you're sayin', for some reason or other."
"Oh, go to hell, you ignorant shitkicker!"
Flour filled the air as my foot thumped back to the earth.
"When you see me whippin' that spic's butt, Geraldine, you will feel different about things.