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"
What
for
?
Why
,
I
’
m
better
off
than
you
are
.
I
’
ve
got
my
ace
in
the
hole
.
"
Remember
our
country
place
?
"
"
Where
the
house
burned
down
?
Where
we
used
to
play
in
the
cellar
hole
?
"
"
You
remember
it
all
right
.
It
’
s
mine
.
"
"
Danny
,
you
could
sell
it
and
get
a
new
start
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
sell
it
.
The
county
takes
a
little
bit
of
it
for
taxes
every
year
.
The
big
meadow
is
still
mine
.
"
"
Why
won
’
t
you
sell
it
?
"
"
Because
it
’
s
me
.
It
’
s
Daniel
Taylor
.
Long
as
I
have
it
no
Christy
sons
of
bitches
can
tell
me
what
to
do
and
no
bastards
can
lock
me
up
for
my
own
good
.
Do
you
get
it
?
"
"
Listen
,
Danny
—
"
"
I
won
’
t
listen
.
If
you
think
this
dollar
gives
you
the
right
to
preach
to
me
—
here
!
Take
it
back
.
"
