И проиграли бой

           Behindthetruck,theymarchedthroughthetown,throughthethinningtownagain,andoutintothecountry,towardthecountycemetery.Aboutamileouttheycametoit,weed-grownandsmall.Overthenewgraveswerelittlegalvanizedposts,stampedwithnamesanddates.Atthebackofthelotapileofnew,wetdirtwasheaped.Thetruckstoppedatthegate.Thebearersclimbeddownandtookthecasketontheirforearmsagain.Intheroadthetrafficcopsrestedtheirmachinesandstoodwaiting.

           AlbertJohnsontooktwolengthsoftow-ropefromunderhisseatandfollowedthebearers.Thecrowdbrokeranksandfollowed.Jimjumpeddownfromthetruckandstartedtojointhecrowd,butMaccaughthim."Letthemdoitnow;themainthingwasthemarch.We’llwaithere."

           Ayoungmanwithredhairstrolledthroughthecemeterygateandapproached."KnowaguytheycallMac?"heasked.

           "TheycallmeMac."

           "Well,doyouknowaguytheycallDick?"

           "Sure."

           "Yeah?What’shisothername?"

           "Halsing.What’sthematterwithhim?"

           "Nothing,buthesentyouthisnote."

           Macopenedthefoldedpaperandreadit."Hotdamn,"hesaid."Look,Jim!"

           Jimtookthenote.Itsaid:"Theladywins.Shehasgotaranch,R.F.D.Box221,GallinasRoad.Sendoutatruckthererightaway.Theyhavegottwocows,old,andonebullcalfandtensks.limabeans.Sendsomeguystokillthecows.Dick.