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"
How
?
"
Brown
shrugged
.
"
Roasted
and
boiled
,
how
else
?
You
picky
?
"
"
No
,
the
mule
.
"
"
It
just
laid
over
,
that
’
s
all
.
It
looked
like
an
old
mule
.
"
And
with
a
touch
of
apology
:
"
Zoltan
et
the
eyes
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
He
might
have
expected
it
"
All
right
"
Brown
surprised
him
again
when
they
sat
down
to
the
blanket
that
served
as
a
table
by
asking
a
brief
blessing
:
Rain
,
health
,
expansion
to
the
spirit
"
Do
you
believe
in
an
afterlife
?
"
The
gunslinger
asked
him
as
Brown
dropped
three
ears
of
hot
corn
onto
his
plate
.
Brown
nodded
.
"
I
think
this
is
it
.
"
The
beans
were
like
bullets
,
the
corn
tough
.
Outside
,
the
prevailing
wind
snuffled
and
whined
around
the
ground
-
level
eaves
.
He
ate
quickly
,
ravenously
,
drinking
four
cups
of
water
with
the
meal
.
Halfway
through
,
there
was
a
machine
-
gun
rapping
at
the
door
.
Brown
got
up
and
let
Zoltan
in
.
The
bird
flew
across
the
room
and
hunched
moodily
in
the
corner
.
"
Musical
fruit
,
"
he
muttered
.
