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After
dinner
,
the
gunslinger
offered
his
tobacco
.
-
Now
.
Now
the
questions
will
come
.
But
Brown
asked
no
questions
.
He
smoked
and
looked
at
the
dying
embers
of
the
fire
.
It
was
already
noticeably
cooler
in
the
hovel
.
"
Lead
us
not
into
temptation
,
"
Zoltan
said
suddenly
,
apocalyptically
.
The
gunslinger
started
as
if
he
had
been
shot
at
.
He
was
suddenly
sure
that
it
was
an
illusion
,
all
of
it
(
not
a
dream
,
no
;
an
enchantment
)
,
that
the
man
in
black
had
spun
a
spell
and
was
trying
to
tell
him
something
in
a
maddeningly
obtuse
,
symbolic
way
.
"
Have
you
been
through
Tull
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
Brown
nodded
.
"
Coming
here
,
and
once
to
sell
corn
.
It
rained
that
year
.
Lasted
maybe
fifteen
minutes
.
The
ground
just
seemed
to
open
and
suck
it
up
.
An
hour
later
it
was
just
as
white
and
dry
as
ever
.
But
the
corn
-
God
,
the
corn
.
You
could
see
it
grow
.
That
wasn
’
t
so
bad
.
But
you
could
hear
it
,
as
if
the
rain
had
given
it
a
mouth
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
happy
sound
.
It
seemed
to
be
sighing
and
groaning
its
way
out
of
the
earth
.
"
He
paused
.
"
I
had
extra
,
so
I
took
it
and
sold
it
.
Pappa
Doc
said
he
’
d
do
it
,
but
he
would
have
cheated
me
.
So
I
went
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
like
town
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
I
almost
got
killed
there
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
abruptly
.
