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To Chon, Doc Halliday looks like any middle-aged geezer hanging around the beach hoping against hope to pick up a young chick.

“I thought you were dead,” Chon says.

Doc grins, looks at John, says, “He’s so much your fucking kid.”

John nods.

“I want my friend left alone,” Chon says. “He can’t hurt you.”

Doc walks up close to Chon. Looks for a long time into his eyes and then says

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