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The old lady’ll fix ye a bed here in the kitchen. You ain’t no desperate outlaw, are ye? Ain’t murdered nobody?
No sir. I don’t reckon.
Don’t reckon eh? The squire smiled.
Holme wasn’t smiling. He was looking at the floor.
Get ye fattened up a little here on the old woman’s cookin you’ll be all right, the squire said. Might get some work out of ye then. You reckon?
Yessir. I ain’t scared to work.
The squire had tilted back in his chair, regarding him. I don’t believe you’re no bad feller Holme, he said. I don’t believe you’re no lucky feller neither. My daddy always claimed a man made his own luck. But that’s disputable, I reckon.