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The
proprietor
leaned
forward
in
his
chair
,
the
better
to
see
the
ragged
dirty
man
.
He
scratched
among
the
gray
hairs
on
his
chest
.
He
said
coldly
,
"
You
sure
you
ain
’
t
one
of
these
here
troublemakers
?
You
sure
you
ain
’
t
a
labor
faker
?
"
And
the
ragged
man
cried
,
"
I
swear
to
God
I
ain
’
t
!
"
"
They
’
s
plenty
of
’
em
,
"
the
proprietor
said
.
"
Goin
’
aroun
’
stirrin
’
up
trouble
.
Gettin
’
folks
mad
.
Chiselin
’
in
.
They
’
s
plenty
of
’
em
.
Time
’
s
gonna
come
when
we
string
’
em
all
up
,
all
them
troublemakers
.
We
gonna
run
’
em
outa
the
country
.
Man
wants
to
work
,
O
.
K
.
If
he
don
’
t
—
the
hell
with
him
.
We
ain
’
t
gonna
let
him
stir
up
trouble
.
"
The
ragged
man
drew
himself
up
.
"
I
tried
to
tell
you
folks
,
"
he
said
.
"
Somepin
it
took
me
a
year
to
find
out
.
Took
two
kids
dead
,
took
my
wife
dead
to
show
me
.
But
I
can
’
t
tell
you
.
I
should
of
knew
that
.
Nobody
couldn
’
t
tell
me
,
neither
.
I
can
’
t
tell
ya
about
them
little
fellas
layin
’
in
the
tent
with
their
bellies
puffed
out
an
’
jus
’
skin
on
their
bones
,
an
’
shiverin
’
an
’
whinin
’
like
pups
,
an
’
me
runnin
’
aroun
’
tryin
’
to
get
work
—
not
for
money
,
not
for
wages
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
jus
’
for
a
cup
a
flour
an
’
a
spoon
a
lard
.
An
’
then
the
coroner
come
.
’
Them
children
died
a
heart
failure
,
’
he
said
.
Put
it
on
his
paper
.
Shiverin
’
,
they
was
,
an
’
their
bellies
stuck
out
like
a
pig
bladder
.
"
The
circle
was
quiet
,
and
mouths
were
open
a
little
.
The
men
breathed
shallowly
,
and
watched
.
The
ragged
man
looked
around
at
the
circle
,
and
then
he
turned
and
walked
quickly
away
into
the
darkness
.
The
dark
swallowed
him
,
but
his
dragging
footsteps
could
be
heard
a
long
time
after
he
had
gone
,
footsteps
along
the
road
;
and
a
car
came
by
on
the
highway
,
and
its
lights
showed
the
ragged
man
shuffling
along
the
road
,
his
head
hanging
down
and
his
hands
in
the
black
coat
pockets
.
The
men
were
uneasy
.
One
said
,
"
Well
—
gettin
’
late
.
Got
to
get
to
sleep
.
"
The
proprietor
said
,
"
Prob
’
ly
shif
’
less
.
They
’
s
so
goddamn
many
shif
’
less
fellas
on
the
road
now
.
"
And
then
he
was
quiet
.
And
he
tipped
his
chair
back
against
the
wall
again
and
fingered
his
throat
.
