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. Ten, maybe
eleven. Listens every word, claps hard, dead serious.
"Yellow Jackets, Warden's cops, break in, start killing. Too busy to keep
track of skinny redheads. Jackets kill my best friend... when see her in action.
Throws self through air, rolled in ball, hits Yellow Jacket in knees, down he
goes. I break his jaw with left hand-not this hand; number-two-and step over
him, dragging my wife Wyoming-not wife then-with me. Skinny flametop is gone,
don't see her some weeks. But, friends, hard rock truth. Hazel as little girl
fought so hard and smart that she saved her Papa Mannie and her Mama Wyoh both
from Warden's finks long before she knew she was ours."
Manuel Davis smiled wistfully. "Did find her, Davis Family opted
her-daughter, not wife. Still a baby. But not baby when counts! Worked hard to
free Luna every day, every hour, every minute, danger don' stop her never.
Fourth o' July, 2076, Hazel Meade Davis youngest comrade signing Declaration of
Independence. No comrade rated it more!"
Mr. Davis had tears in his eyes. So did I.
Captain Sterling stood up. "Mr. Davis, I am humbly proud to have heard that
story. Mr. Campbell, I have enjoyed your hospitality. Colonel Campbell, I hope
you decide to fight with us; we need you. And now, if I may be excused, I must
leave. As the Galactic Overlord does not take long lunch hours, I must not."
Uncle Jock said, "Shucks, John, you've got to have some R and R now and
then
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