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Casy
demanded
,
"
What
in
hell
can
he
do
with
a
million
acres
?
What
’
s
he
want
a
million
acres
for
?
"
The
man
took
his
whitening
,
puckering
hands
out
of
the
water
and
spread
them
,
and
he
tightened
his
lower
lip
and
bent
his
head
down
to
one
shoulder
.
"
I
dunno
,
"
he
said
.
"
Guess
he
’
s
crazy
.
Mus
’
be
crazy
.
Seen
a
pitcher
of
him
.
He
looks
crazy
.
Crazy
an
’
mean
.
"
"
Say
he
’
s
scairt
to
die
?
"
Casy
asked
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
heard
.
"
"
Scairt
God
’
ll
get
him
?
"
"
I
dunno
.
Jus
’
scairt
.
"
"
What
’
s
he
care
?
"
Pa
said
.
"
Don
’
t
seem
like
he
’
s
havin
’
no
fun
.
"
"
Grampa
wasn
’
t
scairt
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
When
Grampa
was
havin
’
the
most
fun
,
he
comes
clostest
to
gettin
’
kil
’
t
.
Time
Grampa
an
’
another
fella
whanged
into
a
bunch
a
Navajo
in
the
night
.
They
was
havin
’
the
time
a
their
life
,
an
’
same
time
you
wouldn
’
give
a
gopher
for
their
chance
.
"
Casy
said
,
"
Seems
like
that
’
s
the
way
.
Fella
havin
’
fun
,
he
don
’
t
give
a
damn
;
but
a
fella
mean
an
’
lonely
an
’
old
an
’
disappointedhe
’
s
scared
of
dyin
’
!
"
Pa
asked
,
"
What
’
s
he
disappointed
about
if
he
got
a
million
acres
?
"
