A favorite slope trick. Whose name we never learn. Barret is begging now. Let him die, I pray, Before my turn. As Chief crawls out Stone-faced to save us all, I change my prayer.
Grenades arch soundless.
Mac, a good catholic boy, Fingers black rosary beads. By an unsuspecting cop. Poor bastard . Trying to roust a sleeping Indian From the Binge of the Century. We celebrate Chief's return.