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           Theyfeedyourbodytillitfinallystopseating;thentheyburnit.It’snotsobad.There’snopain.Idon’tfeelmuchofanythingotherthanatouchofchillIfigurewillpassintime.

           Iseemycommandingofficerpinningnoticesonthebulletinboard,whatwe’retoweartoday.IseetheUSDepartmentofInteriorbearingdownonourlittletribewithagravel-crushingmachine.

           IseePapacomelopingoutofadrawandslowuptotryandtakeaimatabigsix-pointbuckspringingoffthroughthecedars.Shotaftershotpuffsoutofthebarrel,knockingdustallaroundthebuck.IcomeoutofthedrawbehindPapaandbringthebuckdownwithmysecondshotjustasitstartsclimbingtherimrock.IgrinatPapa.

           Ineverknewyoutomissashotlikethatbefore,Papa.Eye’sgone,boy.Can’tholdabead.Sightsonmygunjustnowwasshakin’likeadogshittin’peachpits.

           Papa,I’mtellingyou:thatcactusmoonofSid’sisgonnamakeyouoldbeforeyourtime.

           AmandrinksthatcactusmoonofSid’sboy,he’salreadyoldbeforehistime.Let’sgogutthatanimaloutbeforethefliesblowhim.

           That’snotevenhappeningnow.Yousee?There’snothingyoucandoaboutahappeningoutofthepastlikethat.

           Lookthere,myman...

           Ihearwhispers,blackboys.

           Lookthere,thatoldfoolBroom,slippedofftosleep.

           Tha’sright,ChiefBroom,tha’sright.Yousleepan’keepouttatrouble.Yasss.

           I’mnotcoldanymore.IthinkI’veaboutmadeit.I’mofftowherethecoldcan’treachme.Icanstayoffhereforgood.I’mnotscaredanymore.