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Just
above
a
whisper
,
Hilma
murmured
:
“
I
—
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
Don
’
t
know
what
?
Don
’
t
you
think
we
could
hit
it
off
together
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
I
know
we
could
,
Hilma
.
I
don
’
t
mean
to
scare
you
.
What
are
you
crying
for
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
Annixter
got
up
,
cast
away
his
cigar
,
and
dropping
the
buckskin
’
s
bridle
,
came
and
stood
beside
her
,
putting
a
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
Hilma
did
not
move
,
and
he
felt
her
trembling
.
She
still
plucked
at
the
knot
of
the
handkerchief
.
“
I
can
’
t
do
without
you
,
little
girl
,
”
Annixter
continued
,
“
and
I
want
you
.
I
want
you
bad
.
I
don
’
t
get
much
fun
out
of
life
ever
.
It
,
sure
,
isn
’
t
my
nature
,
I
guess
.
I
’
m
a
hard
man
.
Everybody
is
trying
to
down
me
,
and
now
I
’
m
up
against
the
Railroad
.
I
’
m
fighting
’
em
all
,
Hilma
,
night
and
day
,
lock
,
stock
,
and
barrel
,
and
I
’
m
fighting
now
for
my
home
,
my
land
,
everything
I
have
in
the
world
.
If
I
win
out
,
I
want
somebody
to
be
glad
with
me
.
If
I
don
’
t
—
I
want
somebody
to
be
sorry
for
me
,
sorry
with
me
,
—
and
that
somebody
is
you
.
I
am
dog
-
tired
of
going
it
alone
.
I
want
some
one
to
back
me
up
.
I
want
to
feel
you
alongside
of
me
,
to
give
me
a
touch
of
the
shoulder
now
and
then
.
I
’
m
tired
of
fighting
for
THINGS
—
land
,
property
,
money
.
I
want
to
fight
for
some
PERSON
—
somebody
beside
myself
.
Understand
?
want
to
feel
that
it
isn
’
t
all
selfishness
—
that
there
are
other
interests
than
mine
in
the
game
—
that
there
’
s
some
one
dependent
on
me
,
and
that
’
s
thinking
of
me
as
I
’
m
thinking
of
them
—
some
one
I
can
come
home
to
at
night
and
put
my
arm
around
—
like
this
,
and
have
her
put
her
two
arms
around
me
—
like
—
”
He
paused
a
second
,
and
once
again
,
as
it
had
been
in
that
moment
of
imminent
peril
,
when
he
stood
with
his
arm
around
her
,
their
eyes
met
,
—
“
put
her
two
arms
around
me
,
”
prompted
Annixter
,
half
smiling
,
“
like
—
like
what
,
Hilma
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
Like
what
,
Hilma
?
”
he
insisted
.
“
Like
—
like
this
?
”
she
questioned
.
With
a
movement
of
infinite
tenderness
and
affection
she
slid
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
still
crying
a
little
.
