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In
the
morning
she
cooked
him
grits
which
he
ate
without
comment
.
He
shoveled
them
into
his
mouth
without
thinking
about
her
,
hardly
seeing
her
.
He
knew
he
should
go
.
Every
minute
he
sat
here
the
man
in
black
was
further
away
-
probably
into
the
desert
by
now
.
His
path
had
been
undeviatingly
south
.
"
Do
you
have
a
map
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
,
looking
up
.
"
Of
the
town
?
"
she
laughed
.
"
There
isn
’
t
enough
of
it
to
need
a
map
.
"
"
No
.
Of
what
’
s
south
of
here
.
"
Her
smile
faded
.
"
The
desert
.
Just
the
desert
.
I
thought
you
’
d
stay
for
a
little
.
"
"
What
’
s
south
of
the
desert
?
"
"
How
would
T
know
?
Nobody
crosses
it
.
Nobody
’
s
tried
since
I
was
here
.
"
She
wiped
her
hands
on
her
apron
,
got
potholders
,
and
dumped
the
tub
of
water
she
had
been
heating
into
the
sink
,
where
it
splashed
and
steamed
.
He
got
up
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
She
heard
the
shrill
fear
in
her
voice
and
hated
it
.
"
To
the
stable
.
If
anyone
knows
,
the
hostler
will
.
"
He
put
his
hands
on
her
shoulders
.
The
hands
were
warm
.
"
And
to
arrange
for
my
mule
.
If
I
’
m
going
to
be
here
,
he
should
be
taken
care
of
.
For
when
I
leave
.
"
