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"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Billy
said
.
"
He
was
here
wh-when
I
c-came
.
"
"
I
have
information
from
the
doctor
,
"
Harding
said
,
"
that
he
is
only
half
Indian
,
a
Columbia
Indian
,
I
believe
.
That
's
a
defunct
Columbia
Gorge
tribe
.
The
doctor
said
his
father
was
the
tribal
leader
,
hence
this
fellow
's
title
,
'
Chief
.
'
As
to
the
'
Bromden
'
part
of
the
name
,
I
'm
afraid
my
knowledge
in
Indian
lore
does
n't
cover
that
.
"
McMurphy
leaned
his
head
down
near
mine
where
I
had
to
look
at
him
.
"
Is
that
right
?
You
deef
,
Chief
?
"
"
He
's
de-de-deef
and
dumb
.
"
McMurphy
puckered
his
lips
and
looked
at
my
face
a
long
time
.
Then
he
straightened
back
up
and
stuck
his
hand
out
.
"
Well
,
what
the
hell
,
he
can
shake
hands
ca
n't
he
?
Deef
or
whatever
.
By
God
,
Chief
,
you
may
be
big
,
but
you
shake
my
hand
or
I
'll
consider
it
an
insult
.
And
it
's
not
a
good
idea
to
insult
the
new
bull
goose
loony
of
the
hospital
.
"
When
he
said
that
he
looked
back
over
to
Harding
and
Billy
and
made
a
face
,
but
he
left
that
hand
in
front
of
me
,
big
as
a
dinner
plate
.
I
remember
real
clear
the
way
that
hand
looked
:
there
was
carbon
under
the
fingernails
where
he
'd
worked
once
in
a
garage
;
there
was
an
anchor
tattooed
back
from
the
knuckles
;
there
was
a
dirty
Band-Aid
on
the
middle
knuckle
,
peeling
up
at
the
edge
.
All
the
rest
of
the
knuckles
were
covered
with
scars
and
cuts
,
old
and
new
.
I
remember
the
palm
was
smooth
and
hard
as
bone
from
hefting
the
wooden
handles
of
axes
and
hoes
,
not
the
hand
you
'd
think
could
deal
cards
.
The
palm
was
callused
,
and
the
calluses
were
cracked
,
and
dirt
was
worked
in
the
cracks
.
A
road
map
of
his
travels
up
and
down
the
West
.
That
palm
made
a
scuffing
sound
against
my
hand
.
I
remember
the
fingers
were
thick
and
strong
closing
over
mine
,
and
my
hand
commenced
to
feel
peculiar
and
went
to
swelling
up
out
there
on
my
stick
of
an
arm
,
like
he
was
transmitting
his
own
blood
into
it
.
It
rang
with
blood
and
power
:
It
blowed
up
near
as
big
as
his
,
I
remember
...
.
"
Mr.
McMurry
.
"
It
's
the
Big
Nurse
.
