he set forward and brought his hands together - strong, hard hands that had done a lot of work in their time. His voice was still soft.
'Haven't seen a dick in a year. What's your story?.
Guess, I said.
Listen, dick. I've got a nice home here. I get no trouble from anybody, and that's how it should be , because I got my pardon from the white house. I've got my fish, and that's enough for me. My wife's got enough money for both of us. All I want is to be left alone.
I did't say anything. I smiled a little and watched him. Nobody can touch me , he said . I got my pardon. I just want to be left alone. I shook my head and smiled. that's the one thing that you can never have - until you tell.