The old trader stood still, hands on his hips and looking at the toes of his boots. He was wallering the cud of tobacco in his jaw from one side to the other. I was enjoying every move he made, eating out of his hand, so to speak. He had me completely mesmerized. The very odor of him cattle, chewing tobacco, slight sweat, made me think of things long past.
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Opinion, Pages 4 on 12/30/2009
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