thatâs where youâd want to be left off. It gets to be like the wild west there.â
âNaw,â muttered Murdock, âworse than that. I just hope everybody can hang on to their body parts tonight.â
âBody parts?â I asked.
âYeah. Last Saturday night one guy got his nose half cut off in a knife fight.â
âNot to mention that other guy who had his ear bitâten off,â Rylance added. âBlood everywhere.â
âCome on,â I said, âquit kidding.â
âHeâs not kidding, Jed,â Smitty said. âI was on leave last Saturday night. There was one big brawl. Couple of those American sailors got fighting with a couple of natives. Fight ended when one of the Tsimshians ended up with a mouthful of American ear.â
âThatâs disgusting.â
âSure was, kid. Blood everywhere. I think that injun wouldâve scalped him next if we hadnât jumped in,â
Murdock chuckled.
âIndians donât scalp people,â I said.
âNo? Donât you ever go to the movies, kid?â Murdock continued. âDonât you know nothing about injuns?â
âJust what Iâm told,â I replied through clenched teeth.
âThen youâre real lucky to have me set you right,â
Murdock thundered. âAfter breaking up fights every Saturday night, Iâm an expert on injuns. An expert.
Anyway, it serves that guy right. Any fool who would turn his back on a liquored injun deserves to lose his ear.â
Smitty and Rylance were staring straight ahead, out the window. Murdock wasnât stupid. He knew my mother was native. He was trying to be an ignorant goof. Actually I didnât think he had to try very hard to be a big goof.
It was probably a natural talent.
Turning on to Third Avenue, I could sense things would be getting busy before the night was out. Alâthough it was only seven-thirty, there were already lots of soldiers, sailors, merchant marine and a smattering of locals, wandering the streets. Judging from the conâversations floating in through the window of the truck, a few had already been drinking.
Smitty eased the big truck over to the side of the street, right in front of the hotel. The brakes squealed as it slowed down. Even before weâd come to a complete stop, Murdock flung open the door, climbed out onto the step and leapt to the ground.
âHave no fear, I am here!â he bellowed to a group of other MPs and a couple of RCMP officers who were standâing there. I guess he wanted to make a big entrance.
Rylance turned to me and shrugged. âDonât waste any time on anything he says, Jed. Heâs just that way.â
I nodded.
âThanks for the ride, guys,â he said and climbed down from the truck.
Smitty put the truck back into motion and we conâtinued down the main street.
âHeâs right, Jed. Most people are pretty good about things. Others are just jerks. It wouldnât matter if it was
Indians or Germans or women or Martians. People like Murdock got to have somebody to hate. It makes it easier to bust their heads if he donât like them, and thatâs probably what he really likes, busting heads.â
âHow come jerks like him can always get away with it?â
âNot always, it just seems like always,â Smitty anâswered. âMatter of fact I was thinking about beating the crap out of him myself.
I looked at Smitty in amazement.
âCourse then I remembered heâs big enough and mean enough to break me into little bite-sized pieces,â he chuckled. âYou got to remember there are other ways of getting back at people like him.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, letâs say the next time he orders you around or demands something different from the kitchen, you know, like a hotter cup of coffee. You just take that cup, and when there ainât anybody looking, you just