Bushwacked Piano
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 049372642X
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A heroic young man is in pursuit of a spoiled rich girl, a career, and a manageable portion of the American Dream.
trampled by a part-Morgan horse name of Preparation H. The fifth rider scratched. “Our Number Six rider,” went the announcement, “is a newcomer and an unusual one. Our cowboy is Nick Payne of Hong Kong, China. Nick spent his early years fighting Communism. Let’s watch him now. He draws hisself a mean ole roan some of you know by reputation. Let’s watch now, Nick Payne of Hong Kong, China, on Ambulance!” “A Chinaman bronc buster,” exclaimed Wayne Codd. “I have seen spooks and redskins but this
compared its profitable records with the slightly scary losses of the Double Tepee. Fitzgerald had visited his wife’s operation, walking through the ultraviolet vaults filled from floor to ceiling with disinfected hairpieces. It was not the Mountain West in there. Stunted workmen in pale green uniforms wheeled stainless wagons of billowing human hair down sloping corridors. Prototypes of wig style rested on undetailed plastic heads. No sirree, Bob, thought Fitzgerald, I’ll take Montana. The
horizon and broke like a blister, seeping red light over the poison lake. They could count the seven stacks of the Edison Electric Company. They smelled with affection the effluents of Wyandotte Chemical. They slept in one another’s arms on the colloidal, slightly radioactive swell. Next day, he had a little hang-over. He smoked grass and consequently had the notion his chair was singing in a languid Dick Haymes voice. Outside, he was convinced the sky had been vulcanized. He tried to call Ann
of looking down a pair of tubes. Added to the insane headache he had, it was very disconcerting. No one knew if it was permanent or not. Ann came often but he could never quite figure if he had just seen her or imagined it. So he lay there in an indescribable air of expectation, most of which turned out to be unwarranted. Clovis was in and out all the time, displaying his familiarity with the staff. He gave Payne some advice that seemed rather wild-eyed in the beginning and then made sense.
violently. “Good Christ, Payne! What in God’s name are you cooking there!” Payne got to his feet looking, really, as though he had just come from Miami, a city he never liked that much. And he was too far gone to be amused. 18 Doctor Proctor, manipulant-grandee of the proctoscope, an instrument which brings to the human eye vistas which are possibly forbidden (possibly not), lazed at home watching the Olympic bobsled trials on ABC’s Wide World of Sports. The lush blue carpet cuddled his pink