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The
gunslinger
nodded
amiably
.
"
Beans
,
beans
,
the
musical
fruit
,
"
the
raven
recited
,
inspired
.
"
The
more
you
eat
,
the
more
you
toot
"
"
You
teach
him
that
?
"
"
That
’
s
all
he
wants
to
learn
,
I
guess
,
"
Brown
said
.
"
Tried
to
teach
him
The
Lord
’
s
Prayer
once
.
"
His
eyes
traveled
out
beyond
the
hut
for
a
moment
,
toward
the
gritty
,
featureless
hardpan
.
"
Guess
this
ain
’
t
Lord
’
s
Prayer
country
.
You
’
re
a
gunslinger
.
That
right
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
hunkered
down
and
brought
out
his
makings
.
Zoltan
launched
himself
from
Brown
’
s
head
and
landed
,
flittering
,
on
the
gunslinger
’
s
shoulder
.
"
After
the
other
one
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
inevitable
question
formed
in
his
mouth
:
"
How
long
since
he
passed
by
?
"
Brown
shrugged
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Time
’
s
funny
out
here
.
More
than
two
weeks
.
Less
than
two
months
.
The
bean
man
’
s
been
twice
since
he
passed
.
I
’
d
guess
six
weeks
.
That
’
s
probably
wrong
.
"
