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"Why’d he want to die, then?"

"I think he was depressed about the Indians being all gone" Cash points his thick hand at the windshield "He should have coed little shack with a ragged little bird-house on a post beside it, and Alice thinks: Then he would have taken the pills and shot himself too But she knows that isn’t entirely fair

"They used to be a store up here," Cash says suddenly, as if he’d long forgotten this inforeneral store I wonder what happened to that We lived right down yander in them woods We’d come up here for lard You had to take a bucket And me and mommy used to take fry-ers, we’d catch thes"

"Oh, I res," Alice cries "That was just a cris"

"Sounds like you know"

"Oh, yes I was raised up on a hog far garden, and we had chickens, and cows to milk We’d sell sweet et it"

"Ithe on"

"Well, sure," says Alice, feeling they’ve finally cliround "Even up into the forties we still used horses or on You’d see cars down in Jackson, but it wasn’t the ordinary thing to have We thought they were , you’d need the wagon and a team of mules"

"Wasn’t that the time to be a kid?" Cash asks "Our kids had to work out what to do with liquor and fast cars and fastFor us, the worst we could do was break a egg"

"Isn’t that so," Alice agrees "You knohat seeet excited over the least little thing Adoll with his foot Even teenagers would stop and aders won’t hardly stop and be entertained by a car accident They’ve seen too much already"

"That’s how I felt up at Jackson Hole That’s why I wanted to come back Everbody acted like they’d done seen the show, and was just waiting to finish up the popcorn"

"Well, I randkids, and they seerandma They’re a nicer bunch than I’d ever in this world expect a teenager to be"