“Hey, Slim?”
“Yeah, Clem?”
“What’s all the fussin’ and hollerin’ over there?”
“Oh, just them NASCAR boys in town again.”
“Man, they sure make a racket.”
“Ay-yup, sure do. And they’s just gettin’ started on the day.”
“Don’t know how much of that racket I can take, Slim. And you know how’s much it upsets Ellie.”
“Well, it’s only for a few hours, Clem. Reckon you can handle it that long?”
“Yeah, I reckon. Say, how come that feller’s limping around out there?”
“Oh, that’s Jimmie Trio. Gots run into by Haphazard Hornish early on. Gonna be a long day, especially with him trying to become Jimmie Fourple and all.”
“Aint’s they a few boys tryin’ to catch him before he does that?”
“Yup. ‘Cept one’s no boy. Marble Mark.”
“Now, why’s they call him Marble Mark?”
“He’s been around so long they say he modeled for that Michelangelo fellow when he was carving that David statue.”
“I see, Slim. ‘Specially since you’re standing right there. Get it? ‘I see Slim?’”
“Hush yourself, Clem.”
“Sorry, Slim. So who else is trying to catch this Trio guy?”
“Well, there’s J.G. ‘Cept he’s got a handicap.”
“What — is he limpin’ too?”
“No. He’s got the world’s worst sidekick alongside.”
“Oh yeah. I heards about him. Loco Letarte. Boy don’t know which end of a horse goes forward.”
“Ay-yup.”
“Hey, who’s that yeller feller runnin’ so good?”
“That’s one of the Busch brothers.”
“They anything like the Dalton brothers?”
“Naah. They make a lot of noise but usually shoot blanks when it counts. ‘Cept the oldest actually hit the target once.”
“I see. Which brother is that that’s running so good?”
“That’s the younger one. They call him Shrub.”
“So what do they call the older one — Burning?”
“Hush yourself, Clem.”
“Sorry, Slim. Say, is it just me or is this thing kinda monotonous?”
“You knows a word that big?”
“Saw it on Wheel Of Fortune once.
“I see. Well, yeah, it’s kinda dull. ‘Cept it might get interesting now.”
“Now that it’s almost over? How? Shrub’s way ahead.”
“Yeah, but lots of them boys are running mighty low on fuel. Including Shrub… well, whaddya know. He done run out. And his brother’s done gone and won the race.”
“Yeah, but he’ll have to get a new name.”
“Why’s that, Clem?”
“‘Cause now his brother’s the one who’s burning. Burning mad. Get it?”
“Hush yourself, Clem.”
“Sorry, Slim.”
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