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The
man
stopped
.
His
upper
lip
lifted
unconsciously
,
like
a
dog
’
s
,
and
there
was
a
moment
of
silence
.
Then
he
went
back
to
his
table
,
and
the
atmosphere
shifted
back
again
.
His
beer
came
in
a
cracked
glass
schooner
.
"
I
ain
’
t
got
change
for
gold
,
"
the
woman
said
truculently
.
"
Don
’
t
expect
any
.
"
She
nodded
angrily
,
as
if
this
show
of
wealth
,
even
at
her
benefit
,
incensed
her
.
But
she
took
his
gold
,
and
a
moment
later
the
hamburgers
came
on
a
cloudy
plate
,
still
red
around
the
edges
.
"
Do
you
have
salt
?
"
She
gave
into
him
from
underneath
the
bar
.
"
Bread
?
"
"
No
.
"
He
knew
she
was
lying
,
but
he
didn
’
t
push
it
.
The
bald
man
was
staring
at
him
with
cyanosed
eyes
,
his
hands
clenching
and
unclenching
on
the
splintered
and
gouged
surface
of
his
table
.
His
nostrils
flared
with
pulsating
regularity
.
The
gunslinger
began
to
eat
steadily
,
almost
blandly
,
chopping
the
meat
apart
and
forking
it
into
his
mouth
,
trying
not
to
think
of
what
might
have
been
added
to
cut
the
beef
.
He
was
almost
through
,
ready
to
call
for
another
beer
and
roll
a
smoke
when
the
hand
fell
on
his
shoulder
.
He
suddenly
became
aware
that
the
room
had
gone
silent
again
,
and
he
tasted
thick
tension
in
the
air
.
He
turned
around
and
stared
into
the
face
of
the
man
who
had
been
asleep
by
the
door
when
he
entered
.
It
was
a
terrible
face
.
The
odor
of
the
devil
-
grass
was
a
rank
miasma
.
The
eyes
were
damned
,
the
staring
,
glaring
eyes
of
those
who
see
but
do
not
see
,
eyes
ever
turned
inward
to
the
sterile
hell
of
dreams
beyond
control
,
dreams
unleashed
,
risen
out
of
the
stinking
swamps
of
the
unconscious
.
