"You're going to pick that up? Brice asked.
"Money man, you want to buy my bag?"
The woman would have been a perfect standup comedian, Brice thought picking up the rag and tossing it in the waste basket by the driver.
"What you do that for," she yelled. "I can't take your money. You are filthy." She took the bag and folded the top down.
Brice wiped his hand against his pants making sure the book didn't drop from his arm. He examined his hand then glared at the woman removing a pocket pistol from under her sleeve. She propped the gun on top of her brown bag and kept it on him.
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