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           Ifthebosswasherehecouldtellya—butheain’there.He’swenthome."

           "Canwelookan’see?"

           Themanblewhisnoseintothepalmofhishandandwipedhishandonhistrousers."Youfromhereabouts?"

           "Comefromeast—goin’west."

           "Lookaroun’then.Burnthegoddamnplacedown,forallIcare."

           "Lookslikeyoudon’tloveyourbossnone."

           Themanshambledclose,hisoneeyeflashing."Ihate’im,"hesaidsoftly."Ihatetheson-of-a-bitch!Gonehomenow.Gonehometohishouse."Thewordsfellstumblingout."Hegotaway—hegotawaya-pickin’afellaan’a-tearin’afella.He—theson-of-a-bitch.Gotagirlnineteen,purty.Saystome,’How’dyaliketomarryher?’Saysthatrighttome.An’tonight—says,’They’sadance;how’dyaliketogo?’Me,hesaysittome!"Tearsformedinhiseyesandtearsdrippedfromthecorneroftheredeyesocket."Someday,byGod—somedayI’mgonnahaveapipewrenchinmypocket.Whenhesaysthemthingshelooksatmyeye.An’I’mgonna,I’mgonnajus’takehisheadrightdownoffhisneckwiththatwrench,littlepieceatatime."Hepantedwithhisfury."Littlepieceatatime,rightdownoff’nhisneck."

           Thesundisappearedbehindthemountains.Allookedintothelotatthewreckedcars."Overthere,look,Tom!Thattherelookslikea’25or’26."

           Tomturnedtotheone-eyedman."Mindifwelook?"

           "Hell,no!Takeanygoddamnthingyouwant."