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           "Lifeforyourcrop."

           "Lifeforyourown,"thedwelleransweredandstoodup.Hisbackpoppedaudibly.Hesurveyedthegunslingerwithoutfear.Thelittleofhisfacevisiblebetweenbeardandhairseemedunmarkedbytherot,andhiseyes,whileabitwild,seemedsane.

           "Idon’thaveanythingbutcornandbeans,"hesaid."Corn’sfree,butyou’llhavetokicksomethinginforthebeans.Amanbringsthemoutonceinawhile.Hedon’tstaylong."Thedwellerlaughedshortly."Afraidofspirits."

           "Iexpecthethinksyou’reone."

           "Iexpecthedoes."

           Theylookedateachotherinsilenceforamoment.Thedwellerputouthishand."Brownismyname."Thegunslingershookhishand.Ashedidso,ascrawnyravencroakedfromthelowpeakofthesodroof.Thedwellergesturedatitbriefly:

           "That’sZoltan."

           AtthesoundofitsnametheravencroakedagainandflewacrosstoBrown.Itlandedonthedweller’sheadandroosted,talonsfirmlytwinedinthewildthatchofhair.

           "Screwyou,"Zoltancroakedbrightly."Screwyouandthehorseyourodeinon."

           Thegunslingernoddedamiably.

           "Beans,beans,themusicalfruit,"theravenrecited,inspired."Themoreyoueat,themoreyoutoot"

           "Youteachhimthat?"

           "That’sallhewantstolearn,Iguess,"Brownsaid."TriedtoteachhimTheLord’sPrayeronce."Hiseyestraveledoutbeyondthehutforamoment,towardthegritty,featurelesshardpan."Guessthisain’tLord’sPrayercountry.You’reagunslinger.Thatright?"

           "Yes."Hehunkereddownandbroughtouthismakings.