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Chapter 6
Joadturnedthepiecesofmeatoveronthewire.Thejuicewasdrippingnow,andeverydrop,asitfellinthefire,shotupaspurtofflame.Thesmoothsurfaceofthemeatwascrinklingupandturningafaintbrown."Smellher,"saidJoad."Jesus,lookdownan’justsmellher!"
Muleywenton,"Likeadamnol’graveyardghos’.Ibeengoin’aroun’theplaceswherestuffhappened.Likethere’saplaceoverbyourforty;inagullythey’sabush.FusttimeIeverlaidwithagirlwasthere.Mefourteenan’stampin’an’jerkin’an’snortin’likeabuckdeer,randyasabillygoat.SoIwenttherean’Ilaiddownonthegroun’,an’Iseenitallhappenagain.An’there’stheplacedownbythebarnwherePagotgoredtodeathbyabull.An’hisbloodisrightinthatgroun’,rightnow.Mus’be.Nobodyneverwasheditout.An’Iputmyhan’onthatgroun’wheremyownpa’sbloodispartofit."Hepauseduneasily."YoufellasthinkI’mtouched?"
Joadturnedthemeat,andhiseyeswereinward.Casy,feetdrawnup,staredintothefire.Fifteenfeetbackfromthementhefedcatwassitting,thelonggraytailwrappedneatlyaroundthefrontfeet.Abigowlshriekedasitwentoverhead,andthefirelightshoweditswhiteundersideandthespreadofitswings.
"No,"saidCasy."You’relonely—butyouain’ttouched."
Muley’stightlittlefacewasrigid."Iputmyhan’rightonthegroun’wherethatbloodisstill.
