The parties were fun with tons of food and lot's of teenagers to keep track of the kids. The Townsend's had a huge game room in their basement. It was... big enough for younger kids at one end and older kids at the pool table and entertainment center at the other end. We passed the hat each time to hugely overpay a couple of the older girls to watch the few babies — including our six-month-old darling Diana.The house was in a mixed area of older houses and infill new development. It was an old. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the house. I was frozen my legs refused to move with him, and I started to dig my heels into the grass. Realising what I was doing he spun round and faced me. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way, either way you are going to take whats coming to you. I reluctantly took a step forward, theres a good girl. He said, now come with me to the house I have something for you. He continued, pulling me by the arm to the house. Once inside, he. Dennehy’s bar was its usual dingy self. Clientele the same rowdy bunch of jocks. Atmosphere noisy and on course for drunken mayhem by closing time. The music, however, was a cut above normal. “Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. “The Devil’s Rejects,” he called above the din. “Pretty hot!” She poured frothing glasses of beer. “What, all of them?” “The music, dummy!” She grinned and returned to her job —serving drinks and deflecting the attentions of college. “Damn, that burns,” Ben said as the whiskey soaked through the rag onto the raw flesh.“Get used to it, we’ll dab some on it each day on the way back to Fort Smith,” Moses told him.“Marshal, what was you talkin’ about – if a man offered us a job? You mean after we go to jail for rustlin’?” William asked.“I was thinkin’ maybe me ‘n my marshal friends could help you three brothers, just to see if you could make a go of it and not be stealin’ cows. That is, if you had a mind to and had good.