Chapter Eighteen (3)
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"I could do with some chuck," Charley said, looking at Lucio, who himself hadn't eaten anything in two days.
"I will make us all a big supper," he said.
"Anything but Kansas City fish," Bob Makepeace said. "I've put enough salt pork in my gut to last me a while."
"No, señor, I have lots of beef, potatoes, onions, and corn," Lucio said. "Now you are talkin' my lingo," Makepeace said. "I'd sure like to grease my chin with a steak or two and all the fixin's."
As promised, Lucio delivered a generous platter of steaks, eggs, corn, potatoes, an...
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