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Buck laughed. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“No? Then what does he eat?”
“Mostly people food,” Joyce confided. “Everyone feeds Buster.”
Hannah glared at the three people and then the alligator. “That’s a mistake. Some day when you don’t give him food, he’ll bite off your hand the way he did Hanratty’s.”
Joyce looked at Dil. “You don’t think he’d really do that, do you?”
“Nah. We been here forty years, girl. Don’t you go taking strange notions just ’cuz Sticks here is frightened of poor old Buster.”
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