He called himself Jim Rush. No uglier giant had ever come striding in out of the rain to make a name for himself under the big top. He had the thickest eyebrows I've ever laid eyes on—and the boniest face. When you've been in the Carny game as long as I have you don't let new faces get on your nerves. But Rush was out of this world! When I looked at him I seemed to be in a dark room, sweating and stumbling over things. Then the room would vanish, and he'd be sitting on the platform at my side, h