The gristmill: 3 (Carolina Gamble)

First thing I noticed was how careful that there fellow was bout the grave marker . . . like how he didnt want to track no red clay on top ah that slab what was down by his feet. You know there aint many folks now days what really gives a damn if mud and dirt makes things dirty but I do--thats my job--keepn this here place pretty. Besides keepn things clean aint really all that hard no how not wid my Mama and Daddy both sleepn down there. But being that I take care of this here place I wanted to know who that man in that fancy store bought suit might be so I dropped my sling blade and got up hind him. Now I didnt say nothin mind you . . . jus stood there an dun my best to be quiet but he up and said sumptn first. Reckon I werent near as quiet as I thought I was. Bet theres a story just waiting down there to be told he finally said and then he tole me his name. Said it was Harold Murray. Yes Sir Murrays what he said an he askedMe what be my name. So I went an tole him I was a Murray too. Most all of em in heres Murrays an pointin at my Great granddaddys marker I said Does you wanna hear his story?