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Brown
did
not
look
up
.
"
The
water
’
s
a
gift
from
God
.
Pappa
Doc
brings
the
beans
.
"
The
gunslinger
grunted
a
laugh
and
sat
down
with
his
back
against
one
rude
wall
,
folded
his
arms
and
closed
his
eyes
.
After
a
little
,
the
smell
of
roasting
corn
came
to
his
nose
There
was
a
pebbly
rattle
as
Brown
dumped
a
paper
of
dry
beans
into
the
pot
An
occasional
tak
-
tak
-
tak
as
Zoltan
walked
restlessly
on
the
roof
.
He
was
tired
;
he
had
been
going
sixteen
and
sometimes
eighteen
hours
a
day
between
here
and
the
horror
that
had
occurred
in
Tull
,
the
last
vil
lage
.
And
he
had
been
afoot
for
the
last
twelve
days
;
the
mule
was
at
the
end
of
its
endurance
.
Tak
-
tak
-
tak
.
Two
weeks
,
Brown
had
said
,
or
as
much
as
six
.
Didn
’
t
matter
.
There
had
been
calendars
in
Tull
,
and
they
had
remembered
the
man
in
black
because
of
the
old
man
he
had
healed
on
his
way
through
.
Just
an
old
man
dying
with
the
weed
.
An
old
man
of
thirty
-
five
.
And
if
Brown
was
right
,
the
man
in
black
had
lost
ground
since
then
.
But
the
desert
was
next
.
And
the
desert
would
be
hell
.
Tak
-
tak
-
tak
.
-
Lend
me
your
wings
,
bird
.
I
’
ll
spread
them
and
fly
on
the
thermals
.
He
slept
.
Brown
woke
him
up
five
hours
later
.
It
was
dark
.
The
only
light
was
the
dull
cherry
glare
of
the
banked
embers
.
"
Your
mule
has
passed
on
,
"
Brown
said
.
"
Dinner
’
s
ready
.
"
