Next week, the state is set to execute my client, Duane Buck.
Duane and Dicky lope backstage afterwards to “do some sniff,” as Dicky terms it.
Dicky Betts, alternate lead guitar to Duane, whiles away the flight swapping comic books with the bassist, Berry Oakley.
An hour later, one of the stewardesses remonstrates repeatedly with Duane to return his seat to the upright position for landing.
Then Duane shakes his head angrily and stomps out of camera range.
Euchre's reply rather chilled Duane's interest for the moment.
Duane was simply a blackguard, of a type better understood now than then.
Slowly I unfolded the paper that Duane had told me to keep in case we ever wanted it.
It pulled up in front of the house and stopped and Duane stepped out.
Euchre went on calling Duane's attention to other men, just as he happened to glance over them.