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"
Gravy
,
gents
?
"
"
Smear
it
,
"
said
Mac
.
Al
ladled
gravy
over
the
whole
pile
of
food
and
set
the
plates
before
them
.
"
Now
go
on
,
"
he
said
.
Mac
filled
his
mouth
.
His
speech
was
muffled
and
spaced
with
chewing
.
"
You
said
your
old
man
had
a
little
ranch
.
"
"
He
has
.
Want
to
hide
out
there
?
"
"
No
.
"
Mac
pointed
his
fork
at
Al
.
"
There
won
’
t
be
an
apple
picked
in
this
valley
.
"
"
Well
,
say
—
mister
—
—
"
"
Wait
.
Listen
.
Any
plow
land
on
your
old
man
’
s
place
?
"
"
Yeah
,
about
five
acres
.
Had
it
in
hay
.
Hay
’
s
all
out
now
.
"
"
Here
it
is
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
We
’
re
goin
’
to
have
a
thousand
or
two
men
with
no
place
to
go
.
They
’
ll
kick
’
em
off
the
ranches
and
won
’
t
let
’
em
on
the
road
.
Now
if
they
could
camp
on
that
five
acres
,
they
’
d
be
safe
.
"
