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Chapter 10
"Iwonderwhattheyisforafellasolonely."Tomcougheddelicately."Forafellathatdon’tpreachnomore—"hebegan.
"Oh,I’matalker!"saidCasy."Nogettin’awayfromthat.ButIain’tpreachin’.Preachin’istellin’folksstuff.I’maskin’’em.Thatain’tpreachin’,isit?"
"Idon’know,"saidTom."Preachin’sakindatoneavoice,an’preachin’sawayalookin’atthings.Preachin’sbein’goodtofolkswhentheywannakillyaforit.Las’ChristmusinMcAlester,SalvationArmycomean’doneusgood.Threesolidhoursacornetmusic,an’wesetthere.Theywasbein’nicetous.Butifoneofustriedtowalkout,we’da-drawedsolitary.That’spreachin.Doin’goodtoafellathat’sdownan’can’tsmackyainthepussforit.No,youain’tnopreacher.Butdon’tyoublownocornetsaroun’here."
Mathrewsomesticksintothestove."I’llgetyouabitenow,butitain’tmuch."
Grampabroughthisboxoutsideandsatonitandleanedagainstthewall,andTomandCasyleanedbackagainstthehousewall.Andtheshadowoftheafternoonmovedoutfromthehouse.
Inthelateafternoonthetruckcameback,bumpingandrattlingthroughthedust,andtherewasalayerofdustinthebed,andthehoodwascoveredwithdust,andtheheadlightswereobscuredwitharedflour.Thesunwassettingwhenthetruckcameback,andtheearthwasbloodyinitssettinglight.
