t　moving　my　lips。　〃The　only　thing　most　of　these　people　will　remember　about　you　is　how　you　go　out；　so　give　them　something　good　…　show　them　how　a　Washita　does　it。〃

He　glanced　at　me　sideways　and　gave　a　little　nod。　Then　he　took　one　of　the　braids　his　daughter　had　made　and　kissed　it。　I　looked　to　Brutal；　standing　at　parade　rest　behind　the　chair；　resplendent　in　his　best　blue　uniform；　all　the　buttons　on　the　tunic　polished　and　gleaming；　his　hat　sitting　square…john　perfect　on　his　big　head。　I　gave　him　a　little　nod　and　he　shot　it　right　back；　stepping　forward　to　help　Bitterbuck　mount　the　platform　if　he　needed　help。　Turned　out　he　didn't。

It　was　less　than　a　minute　from　the　time　Bitterbuck　sat　down　in　the　chair　to　the　moment　when　Brutal　；called　〃Roll　on　two！〃　softly　back　over　his　shoulder。　The　lights　dimmed　down　again；　but　only　a　little；　you　wouldn't　have　noticed　it　if　you　hadn't　been　looking　for　it。　That　meant　Van　Hay　had　pulled　the　switch　some　wit　had　labeled　MABEL'S　HAIR　DRIER。　There　was　a　low　humming　from　the　cap；　and　Bitterbuck　surged　forward　against　the　clamps　and　the　restraining　belt　across　his　chest。　Over　against　the　wall；　the　prison　doctor　watched　expressionlessly；　lips　thinned　until　his　mouth　looked　like　a　single　white　stitch。　There　was　no　flopping　and　flailing；　such　as　Old　Toot…Toot　had　done　at　rehearsal；　only　that　powerful　forward　surge；　as　a　man　may　surge　forward　from　the　hips　while　in　the　grip　of　a　powerful　orgasm。　The　Chief's　blue　shirt　pulled　tight　at　the　buttons