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           Casydemanded,"Whatinhellcanhedowithamillionacres?What’shewantamillionacresfor?"

           Themantookhiswhitening,puckeringhandsoutofthewaterandspreadthem,andhetightenedhislowerlipandbenthisheaddowntooneshoulder."Idunno,"hesaid."Guesshe’scrazy.Mus’becrazy.Seenapitcherofhim.Helookscrazy.Crazyan’mean."

           "Sayhe’sscairttodie?"Casyasked.

           "That’swhatIheard."

           "ScairtGod’llgethim?"

           "Idunno.Jus’scairt."

           "What’shecare?"Pasaid."Don’tseemlikehe’shavin’nofun."

           "Grampawasn’tscairt,"Tomsaid."WhenGrampawashavin’themostfun,hecomesclostesttogettin’kil’t.TimeGrampaan’anotherfellawhangedintoabunchaNavajointhenight.Theywashavin’thetimeatheirlife,an’sametimeyouwouldn’giveagopherfortheirchance."

           Casysaid,"Seemslikethat’stheway.Fellahavin’fun,hedon’tgiveadamn;butafellameanan’lonelyan’oldan’disappointedhe’sscaredofdyin’!"

           Paasked,"What’shedisappointedaboutifhegotamillionacres?"

           Thepreachersmiled,andhelookedpuzzled.Hesplashedafloatingwaterbugawaywithhishand.