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Al
and
Tom
went
quietly
in
the
dusk
.
Tom
said
,
«
Casy
shouldn
’
of
did
it
.
I
might
of
knew
,
though
.
He
was
talkin
’
how
he
ain
’
t
done
nothin
’
for
us
.
He
’
s
a
funny
fella
,
Al
.
All
the
time
thinkin
’
.
»
«
Comes
from
bein
’
a
preacher
,
"
Al
said
.
«
They
get
all
messed
up
with
stuff
.
»
«
Where
ya
s
’
pose
Connie
was
a
-
goin
’
?
»
«
Goin
’
to
take
a
crap
,
I
guess
.
»
«
Well
,
he
was
goin
’
a
hell
of
a
long
way
.
»
They
walked
among
the
tents
,
keeping
close
to
the
walls
.
At
Floyd
’
s
tent
a
soft
hail
stopped
them
.
They
came
near
to
the
tent
flap
and
squatted
down
.
Floyd
raised
the
canvas
a
little
.
«
You
gettin
’
out
?
»
Tom
said
,
«
I
don
’
know
.
Think
we
better
?
»
Floyd
laughed
sourly
.
«
You
heard
what
the
bull
said
.
They
’
ll
burn
ya
out
if
ya
don
’
t
.
’
F
you
think
that
guy
’
s
gonna
take
a
beatin
’
’
thout
gettin
’
back
,
you
’
re
nuts
.
The
pool
-
room
boys
’
ll
be
down
here
tonight
to
burn
us
out
.
»
«
Guess
we
better
git
,
then
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
Where
you
a
-
goin
’
?
»
