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The Trail of the Meat
Billnodded. "I’dablamesightsoonerthinkthatthananythingelse. Younoticedyourselftherowthedogsmade."
Cryaftercry,andansweringcries,wereturningthesilenceintoabedlam. Fromeverysidethecriesarose,andthedogsbetrayedtheirfearbyhuddlingtogetherandsoclosetothefirethattheirhairwasscorchedbytheheat. Billthrewonmorewood,beforelightinghispipe.
"I’mthinkingyou’redowninthemouthsome,"Henrysaid.
"Henry..."Hesuckedmeditativelyathispipeforsometimebeforehewenton. "Henry,Iwasa-thinkin’whatablamesightluckierheisthanyouan’me’lleverbe."
Heindicatedthethirdpersonbyadownwardthrustofthethumbtotheboxonwhichtheysat.
"Youan’me,Henry,whenwedie,we’llbeluckyifwegetenoughstonesoverourcarcasestokeepthedogsoffofus."
"Butweain’tgotpeoplean’moneyan’alltherest,likehim,"Henryrejoined. "Long-distancefuneralsissomethin’youan’mecan’texactlyafford."
"Whatgetsme,Henry,iswhatachaplikethis,that’salordorsomethinginhisowncountry,andthat’sneverhadtobotheraboutgrubnorblankets; whyhecomesa-buttin’roundtheGodforsakenendsoftheearth—that’swhatIcan’texactlysee."
"Hemighthavelivedtoaripeoldageifhe’dstayedathome,"Henryagreed.
Billopenedhismouthtospeak,butchangedhismind.
