The Clearing ( part 1 )

I heard he bought ol' man Miller's place.
Don't look like no farmer. Too pale a face.
Y'all seen his ol' mule?
I seen how he treats it.
It ain't no bragger.
You sayin' he beats it?
I ain't sayin' that but I wouldn't doubt it.
He ain't none too friendly.
No doubt about it.
Hell, I said "Howdy". He just gave me a stare
and walked right on by like I wasn't there.
He's hidin' somethin'.
I bet you're right.
He was down at Rock Crossin' last Tuesday night.
He didn't see me. I was fishin' downstream.
He went over Oak Hill and stayed for what seemed an hour.

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