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           IwassopeevedatthemnotlisteningtomeIkepthushedthelivelongfourweeksIpickedthatfield,workin’rightalongsideofthem,listeningtothemprattleonaboutthisuncleorthatcousin.Orifsomebodydidn’tshowupforwork,gossipabouthim.Fourweeksandnotapeepoutofme.TillIthinkbyGodtheyforgotIcouldtalk,themossbackedoldbastards.Ibidedmytime.Then,onthelastday,Iopenedupandwenttotellingthemwhatapettybunchoffartstheywere.Itoldeachonejusthowhisbuddyhaddrughimoverthecoalswhenhewasabsent.Hooee,didtheylistenthen!TheyfinallygottoarguingwitheachotherandcreatedsuchashitstormIlostmyquarter-cent-a-poundbonusIhadcomin’fornotmissin’adaybecauseIalreadyhadabadreputationaroundtownandthebeanbossclaimedthedisturbancewaslikelymyfaultevenifhecouldn’tproveit.Icussedhimouttoo.Myshootin’offmymouththattimeprobablycostmetwentydollarsorso.Wellworthit,too."

           Hechuckledawhiletohimself,remembering,thenturnedhisheadonhispillowandlookedatme.

           "WhatIwaswonderin’,Chief,areyoubidingyourtimetowardsthedayyoudecidetolayintothem?"

           "No,"Itoldhim."Icouldn’t."

           "Couldn’ttellthemoff?It’seasierthanyouthink."

           "You’re...lotbigger,tougher’nIam,"Imumbled.

           "How’sthat?Ididn’tgetyou,Chief."

           Iworkedsomespitdowninmythroat."YouarebiggerandtougherthanIam.Youcandoit."