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In the late spring evenings he sits with his girl in a little park at the end of the company streetBehind them the town ends, and the brown bare hills, deepening in the twilight, roll away into the westLong after it is dark in the valley, they can still see the last striations of the sunset beyond the western peaks
Beautiful scenery, the girl murmurs
To hell with that, I’m getting out of here
I always wonder what’s on the other side of the hills, the girl says quietly
He grinds his shoes in the grudged sparse grass of the parkI got restless feet, I’m like my old man was, he used to be full of ideas, had a bunch of books, but my mother went and sold themThat’s a woman for you
How can you go, Red? She’ll be needing the money you make
Listen, when the time comes; I’m just gonna pick up and goA man’s gotta get out where he don’t owe nobody nothing(Staring into the darknessAlready there’s the deep impatience, the anger, and the other thing, the distillate of the sunset beyond the encircling hills You’re a good kid, Agnes(The sense of minor loss and pleasurable self-pity as he thinks of leaving her But I tell ya I ain’t gonna end up living the kind of life my old man didI ain’t gonna sweat out my guts in the mine
You’re going to do a lot of things, Red(He breathes the sweet-laden night air and smells the earthThe knowledge of strength, the taunt at the surrounding hills You know, I’ll tell ya something, I don’t believe in God
You don’t mean that, Red!
(Underneath the blanket his father’s body had been crushed almost flat Yeah, that’s right, I just don’t believe in God
Sometimes I don’t either, Agnes says