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«
Good
work
,
"
he
said
to
Tom
.
«
I
guess
them
’
s
the
fellas
.
»
«
Jule
picked
’
em
out
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Hell
,
no
wonder
,
"
said
Willie
.
«
His
Injun
blood
smelled
’
em
.
Well
,
I
’
ll
point
’
em
out
to
the
boys
.
»
A
sixteen
-
year
-
old
boy
came
running
through
the
crowd
.
He
stopped
,
panting
,
in
front
of
Huston
.
«
Mista
Huston
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
been
like
you
said
.
They
’
s
a
car
with
six
men
parked
down
by
the
euc
’
lyptus
trees
,
an
’
they
’
s
one
with
four
men
up
that
north
-
side
road
.
I
ast
’
em
for
a
match
.
They
got
guns
.
I
seen
’
em
.
»
Huston
’
s
eyes
grew
hard
and
cruel
.
«
Willie
,
"
he
said
,
«
you
sure
you
got
ever
’
thing
ready
?
»
Willie
grinned
happily
.
«
Sure
.
have
,
Mr
.
Huston
.
Ain
’
t
gonna
be
no
trouble
.
»
«
Well
,
don
’
t
hurt
’
em
.
’
Member
now
.
If
you
kin
,
quiet
an
’
nice
,
I
kinda
like
to
see
’
em
.
Be
in
my
tent
.
»
«
I
’
ll
see
what
we
kin
do
,
"
said
Willie
.
Dancing
had
not
formally
started
,
but
now
Willie
climbed
onto
the
platform
.
«
Choose
up
your
squares
,
"
he
called
.
The
music
stopped
.
Boys
and
girls
,
young
men
and
women
,
ran
about
until
eight
squares
were
ready
on
the
big
floor
,
ready
and
waiting
.
The
girls
held
their
hands
in
front
of
them
and
squirmed
their
fingers
.
The
boys
tapped
their
feet
restlessly
.
Around
the
floor
the
old
folks
sat
,
smiling
slightly
,
holding
the
children
back
from
the
floor
.
And
in
the
distance
the
Jesus
-
lovers
sat
with
hard
condemning
faces
and
watched
the
sin
.
Ma
and
Rose
of
Sharon
sat
on
a
bench
and
watched
.
And
as
each
boy
asked
Rose
of
Sharon
as
partner
,
Ma
said
,
«
No
,
she
ain
’
t
well
.
»
And
Rose
of
Sharon
blushed
and
her
eyes
were
bright
.
The
caller
stepped
to
the
middle
of
the
floor
and
held
up
his
hands
.
«
All
ready
?
Then
let
her
go
!
»
The
music
snarled
out
«
Chicken
Reel
,
"
shrill
and
clear
,
fiddle
skirling
,
harmonicas
nasal
and
sharp
,
and
the
guitars
booming
on
the
bass
strings
.
The
caller
named
the
turns
,
the
squares
moved
.
And
they
danced
forward
and
back
,
hands
’
round
,
swing
your
lady
.
The
caller
,
in
a
frenzy
,
tapped
his
feet
,
strutted
back
and
forth
,
went
through
the
figures
as
he
called
them
.
