helped him, “How long you been doing this?”
The man closed the door of his locker. “Too damn long, son. Too damn long.”
I feel that way after one day.
There was a sudden commotion in the next room. Shouts and cries and the sounds of a struggle.
Archer rushed into the next room with a group of workers to find the man who had cheated Dill at craps holding his shoulder and looking pale and nauseous while Dill circled him holding a sledgehammer.
“You lying, cheating sack ’a shit,” bellowed Dill.
Archer looked around and saw the man who had checked him in standing idly by. It was apparent that no one was going to step in and help the injured fellow.
Archer pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the man.
“Dickie, I told you this was a bad idea. Now, put down the sledgehammer and just walk away. Or else your butt is going back to prison. You know what happened with your buddy and Miss Crabtree.”
“Yeah, you keep telling me that, Archer. But why do I think you got the hots for that broad yourself? You just calling me off so’s you get her all by your lonesome.”
“That’s got nothing to do with you going after this man.”
“Son of a bitch cheated me,” Dill snarled. “You said so yourself.”
Archer glanced at the man, but kept one eye on Dill. “And I think you taught him his lesson, right, friend?”
The injured fellow mutely nodded. Archer could see that the man’s shoulder had been shattered by Dill’s blow. “In fact, he needs a hospital.”
“What he needs is a grave,” barked Dill. “Now get outta my way.”
“Not going to do that, Dickie.”
“Then you’re a dead man too.”
Dill came at him, the hammer raised high. Dill was deceptively strong, Archer knew that, and tenacious as hell. But the man had not fought in a world war for years where every day was an act of survival.
Archer didn’t retreat from the attack as most would have. He sprang forward and slammed his shoulder into Dill’s gut before he could bring the sledgehammer down. Archer was a good sixty pounds heavier than Dill, and the physics of that competition meant that Dill was launched backward into a wall, and the hammer flew from his grasp.
Archer picked it up and stood over the fallen man. Dill put his hands up in a defensive posture, but Archer shook his head and tossed the hammer down.
“I’ve no intent to hurt you, Dickie. Just wanted to make my point.”
He turned to look at the crowd. “Nobody here saw anything.” Then he pointed to the manager. “And get that man to a hospital or else there’s gonna be trouble.”
The man came out of his lethargy, gripped the injured man’s good arm, and hustled him from the room.
Archer helped Dill up. “You okay?”
Dill did not look the least bit friendly. “You better watch yourself.”
“I do, all the time.”
When the truck dropped Archer off back in Poca City, he walked down the street, still rubbing hog shit off his person.
Chapter 24
HE HURRIED UP TO ERNESTINE’S OFFICE after checking the time. She was still there, waiting for him. When he opened the door she rose from her chair.
“You look exhausted,” she said, eyeing his stained clothes and haggard features.
“Yeah, well, it’s pretty hard work.”
“Was it very awful?”
He started to tell her about the fight with Dill, but then decided not to. It would just give the woman something else to worry about. And his well-being really should not be her burden.
“Wasn’t too bad. And I appreciate the job.”
She held out his bag, and his suit clothes and shirt on a hanger. “Here’re your things. I…I took them home at lunchtime and pressed them for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Miss Crabtree, but I thank you for that,” he replied, taking the things from her.
“So where will you stay?” she asked.
“That’s a good question. They don’t pay till the end of the week, so…”
They stood there looking awkwardly at each other.
She dipped her head and said, “This is out of the norm, but…but you’re welcome to sleep at my place for a bit. I’ve got a wall bed in the living room.”
“Well, that’s really nice of you. But I couldn’t put you out like that. It wouldn’t be right. And I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“You not only paid for my dinner, but you fixed my bedroom door without charge. This will actually settle that debt and make things right.”
“Are you…are you sure?”
She looked