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rattlesnake over there just when it was about to bite Sol's ugly feet."

"Really!!?" the three girls cried.

"I wouldn't say that," Flynn said, winking at Sol.

"Naah, that snake was dead when we got here," Sol said.

"What?" Park said.

"I touched it with the tip of my shoe," Flynn said, feigning confusion, "but that was all."

"What are you talking about, Park?" Sol asked. "I don't have ugly feet."

"We can tell that Flynn's brave by looking at him," Angie said. "We don't need your wild tales."

"What?"

"It sure is gross-looking," Shani observed. "It looks like it was shot in two."

"Must have been someone handy with a gun," Flynn said.

"A marksman," Sol agreed.

"Looks like it's been dead awhile," Kerry said.

"What?"

"Would you stop that?" Angie said, getting annoyed. She gestured to Sol's van. "Did you get a flat?"

"No, a snake bit the tyre," Park grumbled. Sol must have wanted to abide by Flynn's obvious wish not
to have to talk about his gun. Or else Sol wanted to make a fool of him. Or both.

"Do you have a spare?" Shani asked.

"Not with me," Sol said, laughing at Park.

"Before we left," Kerry said, "my father gave us one of those cans that can inflate a tube and seal any
small holes. Would that help?"
 "With all these dangerous snakes around here," Sol said, pulling out a cigarette, "it might end up being a
lifesaver."

Everyone laughed except Park. He was not amused, but he was sure it was bad karma. He was always
playing practical jokes on others. Maybe it was his turn.

Angie fetched the can from the Datsun's glove compartment. Kneeling by the flat tyre, Sol read the
instructions softly to himself in Spanish. White foam squirted briefly over the tube's nipple as he secured
the can's tip into place. Thirty seconds later, the tyre had regained a semblance of its former roundness.

"Will it hold?" Angie asked.