What in the hell is he doing here? What in the hell, indeed, with a nine-year old white boy by his side wearing a hat half the size of a buffalo? A black ranch hand at the counter of a Denny's in the desert, he and the boy by his side sit as straight as agave stalks, their eyes straight ahead -- concentrating on the peripheral, concentrating on the way everybody in the Denny's of this over-baked town is staring while trying not to stare at the provocative anomaly; Huck and Jim in cowboy hats not far from the banks of the Colorado, Huck and Jim tasting lemon meringue pie and wishing maybe they'd stopped somewhere else, Huck and Jim frozen like jack-rabbits at the sound of a coiled and rattling snake.
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