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Chapter 8
GrampafocusedhiseyesfiercelyuntilherecognizedCasy."Oh,thatpreacher,"hesaid."Oh,he’sallright.IalwayslikedhimsinceIseenhim—"HewinkedsolecherouslythatGranmathoughthehadspokenandretorted,"Shutup,yousinfulol’goat."
Casyranhisfingersthroughhishairnervously."Igottotellyou,Iain’tapreachernomore.Ifmejus’bein’gladtobeherean’bein’thankfulforpeoplethat’skindandgenerous,ifthat’senough—why,I’llsaythatkindagrace.ButIain’tapreachernomore."
"Sayher,"saidGranma."An’getinawordaboutusgoin’toCalifornia."Thepreacherbowedhishead,andtheothersbowedtheirheads.Mafoldedherhandsoverherstomachandbowedherhead.Granmabowedsolowthathernosewasnearlyinherplateofbiscuitandgravy.Tom,leaningagainstthewall,aplateinhishand,bowedstiffly,andGrampabowedhisheadsidewise,sothathecouldkeeponemeanandmerryeyeonthepreacher.Andonthepreacher’sfacetherewasalooknotofprayer,butofthought;andinhistonenotsupplication,butconjecture.
"Ibeenthinkin’,"hesaid."Ibeeninthehills,thinkin’,almostyoumightsaylikeJesuswentintothewildernesstothinkHiswayoutofamessoftroubles."
"Pu-raiseGawd!"Granmasaid,andthepreacherglancedoveratherinsurprise.
