"I've worked a few odd jobs over the years-heavy labor in the oil fields, construction, that sort of thing. But the best money I've ever made was from my fists. Bouncer, prize fighter, body guard-I've done it all. I was born big and the Lord gave me a strong right hand. When the kids and I were trapped in the barn, I wrapped my hands in gunny sacks and I beat our way out of it. You can't kill a zombie with your fists, as far as I can tell, but they knock down just as easily as any other man or woman-and sometimes they have a hard time getting back up again. Some people think that if they haven't got a gun, they're unarmed. That isn't so. Even a child can fight if he has to. Bobby must've pushed down three of 'em on his way out that door. I always told him not to fight in school, but I was never so proud of him in my life than when I saw him stand up for his little sister like that. When he took Janey's hand and ran, I swear I laughed out loud. I felt like I'd just gone ten rounds with the Devil and won."
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