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The Home Front

They all turn as one, this pastrami-hunting pack and the four white Jews whipping them up grub for money, they turn and cease all sound and motion and sniff the wind, at that first instant not a mob or a solid human wall at all, just solo humans each in his own skin, stunned by the invasive brazenness, the raw demonic force of the threat, taking its measure, scoping where to duck when the barrel of the gun comes out.