Dirty Harry 01 - Duel For Cannons - Plot & Excerpts
the slushy voice boomed in Harry’s ear. “And so’s the city. The tenth biggest city in the whole United States. We’re bigger than Boston. We’re bigger than Pittsburgh. We’re bigger than all those piss-ass Eastern cities!” Everytime the slurred voice mangled a word with “s” in it, a shower of spittle escaped from between the man’s lips. By the time he had surfed through Pittsburgh and piss-ass, Harry’s ear felt like the Mississippi basin. But even with the drunken drizzle, Harry would have had a hard time moving away from the man. The Four Ponies Bar was packed and he had to keep his eye on the back booth. “We’ve got barrios filled with wetbacks,” the drunk went on. “Half a million of ’em! We’ve got soldier boys. Fifty thousand of ’em on four bases! We’ve got the San Antonio River. We’ve got the Passeo . . . the Passeo . . .” “Paseo del Rio,” Harry completed for him, feeling like his ear was turning into a prune.
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