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Chapter 6
Grampathrowedhishipoutajointlaughin’.How’dmyfolksgosoeasy?"
"Well,theguythatcomesaroun’talkedniceaspie.’Yougottogetoff.Itain’tmyfault.’’Well,’Isays,’whosefaultisit?I’llgoan’I’llnutthefella.’’It’stheShawneeLan’an’CattleCompany.Ijus’gotorders.’’Who’stheShawneeLan’an’CattleCompany?’’Itain’tnobody.It’sacompany.’Gotafellacrazy.Therewasn’tnobodyyoucouldlayfor.Lotathefolksjus’gottiredoutlookin’forsomepintobemadat—butnotme.I’mmadatallofit.I’mstayin’."
Alargereddropofsunlingeredonthehorizonandthendrippedoverandwasgone,andtheskywasbrilliantoverthespotwhereithadgone,andatorncloud,likeabloodyrag,hungoverthespotofitsgoing.Andduskcreptovertheskyfromtheeasternhorizon,anddarknesscreptoverthelandfromtheeast.Theeveningstarflashedandglitteredinthedusk.Thegraycatsneakedawaytowardtheopenbarnshedandpassedinsidelikeashadow.
Joadsaid,"Well,weain’tgonnawalknoeightmilestoUncleJohn’splacetonight.Mydogsisburnedup.How’sitifwegotoyourplace,Muley?That’son’yaboutamile."
"Won’tdonogood."Muleyseemedembarrassed."Mywifean’thekidsan’herbrotheralltookan’wenttoCalifornia.Theywasn’tnothin’toeat.Theywasn’tasmadasme,sotheywent.Theywasn’tnothin’toeathere."
Thepreacherstirrednervously."Youshouldofwenttoo.
