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"
Not
very
much
.
It
isn
’
t
long
ago
I
saw
my
mother
die
;
seems
years
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
long
ago
.
She
wouldn
’
t
speak
to
me
,
she
just
looked
at
me
.
She
was
hurt
so
bad
she
didn
’
t
even
want
a
priest
.
I
guess
I
got
something
burned
out
of
me
that
night
.
I
’
m
sorry
for
Anderson
,
but
what
the
hell
.
If
I
can
give
up
my
whole
life
,
he
ought
to
be
able
to
give
up
a
barn
.
"
"
Well
,
to
some
of
those
guys
property
’
s
more
important
than
their
lives
.
"
Jim
said
,
"
Slow
down
,
Mac
.
What
’
s
your
hurry
?
I
seem
to
get
tired
easy
.
"
Mac
did
slow
his
steps
a
little
.
"
I
thought
that
’
s
what
he
went
to
town
for
.
I
want
to
get
back
before
anything
happens
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
this
sheriff
’
ll
do
,
but
he
’
ll
be
happy
as
hell
to
split
us
up
.
"
They
walked
silently
over
the
soft
,
dark
earth
,
and
the
shadows
flickered
on
them
.
At
the
clearing
they
slowed
down
.
Mac
said
,
"
Well
,
nothing
’
s
happened
yet
,
anyway
.
"
The
smoke
rose
slowly
from
the
stoves
.
Jim
asked
,
"
Where
do
you
s
’
pose
all
the
guys
are
?
"
"
In
sleeping
off
the
drunk
,
I
guess
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
a
bad
idea
if
we
got
some
sleep
,
too
.
Prob
’
ly
be
up
all
night
.
"
London
moved
over
and
met
them
.
"
Everything
all
right
?
"
Mac
asked
.
"
Just
the
same
.
"
"
Well
,
I
was
right
.
Anderson
’
s
been
in
and
asked
the
sheriff
to
kick
us
off
.
"
"
Well
?
"
