Dewey Marshpants: leviathan, titan, practically a pharoah of food
service. Self-indulgent and wealthy: an unfortunate combination.
After loving his hunting dogs in ways that defy legality: "hold up
that paper target, there jesu" says dewey marsh, bow in one hand,
arrow in the other. "im gonna put one sinner mace." "no sabe" says
jesu, with a light coating of nervous sweat. "cuando comprehendo,
jesu?" asks dewey, but before the words are pronounced jesu wisely
foots it out of sight. "gonna need another jesu" says dewey m,
somberly and only to himself.