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Chapter 6
That’sbeforeeitheryoufellasseenme."Hestoppedandfacedthem."EvernoticeInevertooknocollectionswhenIwaspreachin’outheretofolks—inbarnsan’intheopen?"
"ByGod,younever,"saidMuley."Peoplearoundheregotsouse’tonotgivin’youmoneytheygottobein’alittlemadwhensomeotherpreachercamealongan’passedthehat.Yes,sir!"
"Itooksomepintoeat,"saidCasy."Itookapairapantswhenminewasworeout,an’aol’pairashoeswhenIwaswalkin’throughtothegroun’,butitwasn’tlikewhenIhadthetent.SomedaysthereI’dtakeintenortwentydollars.Wasn’thappythat-a-way,soIgiveherup,an’foratimeIwashappy.IthinkIgothernow.Idon’tknowifIcansayher.IguessIwon’ttrytosayher—butmaybethere’saplaceforapreacher.MaybeIcanpreachagain.Folksoutlonelyontheroad,folkswithnolan’,nohometogoto.Theygottohavesomekindofhome.Maybe—"Hestoodoverthefire.Thehundredmusclesofhisneckstoodoutinhighrelief,andthefirelightwentdeepintohiseyesandignitedredembers.Hestoodandlookedatthefire,hisfacetenseasthoughhewerelistening,andthehandsthathadbeenactivetopick,tohandle,tothrowideas,grewquiet,andinamomentcreptintohispocket.Thebatsflitteredinandoutofthedullfirelight,andthesoftwateryburbleofanighthawkcamefromacrossthefields.
