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"
Might
get
a
burger
at
Sheb
’
s
.
"
"
That
the
honky
-
tonk
?
"
The
boy
nodded
but
didn
’
t
speak
.
The
eyes
of
his
playmates
had
turned
ugly
and
hostile
.
The
gunslinger
touched
the
brim
of
his
hat
.
"
I
’
m
grateful
.
It
’
s
good
to
know
someone
in
this
town
is
bright
enough
to
talk
.
"
He
walked
past
,
mounted
the
boardwalk
and
started
down
toward
Sheb
’
s
,
hearing
the
clear
,
contemptuous
voice
of
one
of
the
others
,
hardly
more
than
a
childish
treble
:
"
Weed
-
eater
!
How
long
you
been
screwin
’
your
sister
,
Charlie
?
Weed
-
eater
!
"
There
were
three
flaring
kerosene
lamps
in
front
of
Sheb
’
s
,
one
to
each
side
and
one
nailed
above
the
drunk
-
hung
batwing
doors
.
The
chorus
of
Hey
Jude
had
petered
out
,
and
the
piano
was
plinking
some
other
old
ballad
.
Voices
murmured
like
broken
threads
.
The
gunslinger
paused
outside
for
a
moment
,
looking
in
.
Sawdust
floor
,
spittoons
by
the
tipsy
-
legged
tables
.
A
plank
bar
on
saw
-
horses
.
A
gummy
mirror
behind
it
,
reflecting
the
piano
player
,
who
wore
an
inevitable
piano
-
stool
slouch
.
The
front
of
the
piano
had
been
removed
so
you
could
watch
the
wooden
keys
whonk
up
and
down
as
the
contraption
was
played
.
The
bartender
was
a
straw
-
haired
woman
wearing
a
dirty
blue
dress
.
One
strap
was
held
with
a
safety
pin
.
There
were
perhaps
six
townies
in
the
back
of
the
room
,
juicing
and
playing
Watch
Me
apathetically
.
Another
half
-
dozen
were
grouped
loosely
about
the
piano
.
Four
or
five
at
the
bar
.
And
an
old
man
with
wild
gray
hair
collapsed
at
a
table
by
the
doors
.
The
gunslinger
went
in
.
Heads
swiveled
to
look
at
him
and
his
guns
.
There
was
a
moment
of
near
silence
,
except
for
the
oblivious
piano
player
,
who
continued
to
tinkle
.
Then
the
woman
mopped
at
the
bar
,
and
things
shifted
back
.
"
Watch
me
,
"
one
of
the
players
in
the
corner
said
and
matched
three
hearts
with
four
spades
,
emptying
his
hand
.
The
one
with
the
hearts
swore
,
handed
over
his
bet
,
and
the
next
was
dealt
.
