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313 pages, Hardcover
First published June 1, 1996


"Remember it, chum. It doesn't take any brains to slug a guy or to hang out with hoods or get yourself off track. No brains and no magic..."
"I wanna slow things down around here, no more hoods hangin' around. And no more guns and no more knives. I gonna slow down myself - on my drinkin', and my gamblin', and everything else..."
"He thought of these Greek-Americans, who came to church each Sunday with their families, who worked hard as their fathers had, who knew what it was to make the full commitment that it took to be a man, who understood how difficult it was to stay on the path, and how easy it could be to stumble, yet in the end kept right to it."
You could talk about Corregidor and Bataan, and all the things they had done, things too terrible to repeat. Well, he had done some bad things, too. Everything came out in the wash, and in the end it was just two groups of men fighting and killing over a piece of land that everyone but the dead would walk away from when the shooting was done.