"No." Fontenot lowered his voice. "I might have. I’m an old man, I’m old-fashioned. But I’ve seen you at work, so I know you better now." He thumped his artificial leg against the ground. "That’s not why I’m leaving you, Oscar. But I am leaving. The campaign’s over, you won. You won big. I’ve done a lot of campaigns in my day, and I really think yours may have been the prettiest I ever saw. But now I’m back home to the bayous, and it’s time for me to leave the business. Forever. I’m gonna see your convoy safely through to Buna, then I’m outta here."