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           Themenstirredrestively,andtheystudiedthedarkeninggroundinfrontoftheirknees.

           Pasaidsoftly,"Grampaburiedhispawithhisownhand,doneitindignity,an’shapedthegravenicewithhisownshovel.Thatwasatimewhenamanhadtherighttobeburiedbyhisownsonan’asonhadtherighttoburyhisownfather."

           "Thelawsaysdifferentnow,"saidUncleJohn.

           "Sometimesthelawcan’tbefoller’dnoway,"saidPa."Notindecency,anyways.They’slotsatimesyoucan’t.WhenFloydwasloosean’goin’wild,lawsaidwegottogivehimup—an’nobodygivehimup.Sometimesafellagottosiftthelaw.I’msayin’nowIgottherighttoburymyownpa.Anybodygotsomepintosay?"

           Thepreacherrosehighonhiselbow."Lawchanges,"hesaid,"but’gotto’s’goon.Yougottherighttodowhatyougottodo."PaturnedtoUncleJohn."It’syourrighttoo,John.Yougotanywordagainst?"

           "Nowordagainst,"saidUncleJohn."On’yit’slikehidin’himinthenight.Grampa’swaywast’comeouta-shootin’."

           Pasaidashamedly,"Wecan’tdolikeGrampadone.Wegottogetto

           California’foreourmoneygivesout."

           Tombrokein,"Sometimesfellasworkin’digupamanan’thentheyraisehellan’figgerhebeenkilled.Thegov’ment’sgotmoreinterestinadeadmanthanaliveone.They’llgohell-scrapin’tryin’tofin’outwhohewasandhowhedied.