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Why
,
I
got
folks
there
.
Know
the
Allens
?
They
’
s
Allens
all
over
Cherokee
.
Know
the
Willises
?
Why
,
sure
.
And
a
new
unit
was
formed
.
The
dusk
came
,
but
before
the
dark
was
down
the
new
family
was
of
the
camp
.
A
word
had
been
passed
with
every
family
.
They
were
known
people
—
good
people
.
I
knowed
the
Allens
all
my
life
.
Simon
Allen
,
ol
’
Simon
,
had
trouble
with
his
first
wife
.
She
was
part
Cherokee
.
Purty
as
—
as
a
black
colt
.
Sure
,
an
’
young
Simon
,
he
married
a
Rudolph
,
didn
’
t
he
?
That
’
s
what
I
thought
.
They
went
to
live
in
Enid
an
’
done
well
—
real
well
.
Only
Allen
that
ever
done
well
.
Got
a
garage
.
When
the
water
was
carried
and
the
wood
cut
,
the
children
walked
shyly
,
cautiously
among
the
tents
.
And
they
made
elaborate
acquaintanceship
gestures
.
A
boy
stopped
near
another
boy
and
studied
a
stone
,
picked
it
up
,
examined
it
closely
,
spat
on
it
,
and
rubbed
it
clean
and
inspected
it
until
he
forced
the
other
to
demand
,
What
you
got
there
?
And
casually
,
Nothin
’
.
Jus
’
a
rock
.
Well
,
what
you
lookin
’
at
it
like
that
for
?
Thought
I
seen
gold
in
it
.
How
’
d
you
know
?
Gold
ain
’
t
gold
,
it
’
s
black
in
a
rock
.
