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He
pulled
the
pistol
from
his
pocket
,
checked
its
load
.
"
What
you
goin
’
to
do
,
Sam
?
"
someone
asked
.
"
Kill
that
son
of
a
bitch
.
"
Grandpa
said
,
"
Don
’
t
get
yourself
heated
.
"
But
Samuel
Teece
was
gone
around
behind
the
store
.
A
moment
later
he
drove
out
the
drive
in
his
open
-
top
car
.
"
Anyone
comin
’
with
me
?
"
"
I
’
d
like
a
drive
,
"
said
Grandpa
,
and
got
up
.
"
Anyone
else
?
"
Nobody
replied
.
Grandpa
got
in
and
slammed
the
door
.
Samuel
Teece
gutted
the
car
out
in
a
great
whorl
of
dust
.
They
didn
’
t
speak
as
they
rushed
down
the
road
under
the
bright
sky
.
The
heat
from
the
dry
meadows
was
shimmering
.
They
stopped
at
a
crossroad
.
"
Which
way
’
d
they
go
,
Grandpa
?
"
