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           You’renotkillingtherightguy."

           "That’sso,"thetenantsaid."Whogaveyouorders?I’llgoafterhim.He’stheonetokill."

           "You’rewrong.Hegothisordersfromthebank.Thebanktoldhim,‘Clearthosepeopleoutorit’syourjob.’"

           "Well,there’sapresidentofthebank.There’saboardofdirectors.I’llfillupthemagazineoftherifleandgointothebank."

           Thedriversaid,"FellowwastellingmethebankgetsordersfromtheEast.Theorderswere,’Makethelandshowprofitorwe’llcloseyouup.’"

           "Butwheredoesitstop?Whocanweshoot?Idon’taimtostarvetodeathbeforeIkillthemanthat’sstarvingme."

           "Idon’tknow.Maybethere’snobodytoshoot.Maybethethingisn’tmenatall.Maybelikeyousaid,theproperty’sdoingit.AnywayItoldyoumyorders."

           "Igottofigure,"thetenantsaid."Weallgottofigure.There’ssomewaytostopthis.It’snotlikelightningorearthquakes.We’vegotabadthingmadebymen,andbyGodthat’ssomethingwecanchange."Thetenantsatinhisdoorway,andthedriverthunderedhisengineandstartedoff,tracksfallingandcurving,harrowscombing,andthephallioftheseederslippingintotheground.Acrossthedooryardthetractorcut,andthehard,foot-beatengroundwasseededfield,andthetractorcutthroughagain;theuncutspacewastenfeetwide.Andbackhecame