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I drew back, drawing back my foot for a kick.

But it was only Johnson reaching around the wire chicken fencing, which half covered the truck cab's glassless rear window.

The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.