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"
Over
here
,
"
the
farmer
said
.
"
Here
the
blood
could
go
into
the
ground
.
"
Mac
said
,
"
We
ought
to
save
the
blood
.
It
’
s
good
strong
food
.
If
only
we
had
something
to
carry
it
in
.
"
"
My
old
man
used
to
drink
it
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
I
can
’
t
drink
it
:
makes
me
sick
.
Here
,
Mac
,
you
take
the
hammer
.
Now
,
you
hit
him
right
here
on
the
head
,
good
and
hard
.
"
He
handed
the
knife
to
Albert
Johnson
.
"
Look
.
See
where
my
hand
is
?
Now
that
’
s
the
place
to
stick
him
,
just
as
soon
as
Mac
hits
him
.
There
’
s
a
big
artery
there
.
Get
it
open
.
"
"
How
’
s
a
guy
to
know
?
"
"
You
’
ll
know
,
all
right
.
It
’
ll
shoot
blood
like
a
half
-
inch
pipe
.
Stand
back
out
of
the
way
,
you
guys
.
"
Two
men
on
the
sides
held
the
plunging
calf
.
Mac
slugged
it
to
its
knees
.
Albert
drove
in
the
knife
and
cut
the
artery
open
and
jumped
back
from
the
spurting
blood
.
The
calf
leaped
,
and
then
settled
slowly
down
.
Its
chin
rented
flat
on
the
ground
,
and
its
legs
folded
up
.
The
thick
,
carmine
blood
pool
spread
out
on
the
wet
ground
.
"
It
’
s
a
damn
shame
we
can
’
t
save
it
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
If
we
only
had
a
little
keg
we
could
.
"
Jim
cried
,
"
O
.
K
.
Bring
out
another
.
Bring
her
over
here
.
"
The
men
had
been
curious
at
the
first
slaughter
,
but
when
the
two
old
cows
were
killed
,
they
did
not
press
in
so
close
to
see
.
When
all
the
animals
were
down
and
the
blood
oozed
slowly
from
their
throats
,
Albert
wiped
the
sticky
knife
on
a
piece
of
sack
and
handed
it
back
to
the
farmer
.
He
backed
his
truck
to
the
animals
and
the
men
lifted
the
limp
,
heavy
creatures
up
on
the
bed
,
and
let
the
heads
hang
loosely
over
so
that
they
might
bleed
on
the
ground
.
Last
,
they
piled
the
ten
sacks
of
lima
beans
on
the
front
of
the
truck
bed
and
took
their
places
on
the
sacks
.
Mac
turned
to
the
farmer
.
"
Thanks
,
mister
.
"
"
Not
my
place
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
my
cow
.
I
farm
shares
.
"
