Chapter 25: XXV

XXV Whiskeytown At half-past one Reno turned from answering a phone call to say: “Let’s take a ride.” He went upstairs. When he came down he carried a black valise. Most of the men had gone out the kitchen door by then. Reno gave me the black valise, saying: “Don’t wrastle it around too much.” It was heavy. The seven of us left in the house went out the front door and got into a curtained touring car that O’Marra had just driven up to the curb. Reno sat beside O’Marra. I…