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Cheap by Jim Wayne Miller When Clavern Redmon came to me needing hay, I told him what I had to have for it-a dollar and a quarter a bale. You'd think I'd hit him with a hoe handle! He'd squinted his right eve when I said a dollar and a quarter, like rocked back on his heels, you'd think a sharp pain had hit him. The way he I'd coldcocked him with a fencepost. How many bales would he be interested in? I asked. two trips, loading it on at my barn and off-loading it at Clavern' s. By myself. down at the Trading Post about my money. about a hundred and twenty-five bales, he reckoned, but at that price. . . . I ought to have had better sense than to deal with Clavern. He was a Redmon. Well, he said-and his voice was thin and weak, like he'd been sick-he needed left word with his wife that he'd see me Clavern wasn't at home to help. He'd The next time I saw him down there, I All the Redmons was tight as the bark on a hickory. My Daddy told me Clavern' s daddy was the same http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Appalachian Review , Volume 16 (2) – Jan 8, 1988
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by Jim Wayne Miller When Clavern Redmon came to me needing hay, I told him what I had to have for it-a dollar and a quarter a bale. You'd think I'd hit him with a hoe handle! He'd squinted his right eve when I said a dollar and a quarter, like rocked back on his heels, you'd think a sharp pain had hit him. The way he I'd coldcocked him with a fencepost. How many bales would he be interested in? I asked. two trips, loading it on at my barn and off-loading it at Clavern' s. By myself. down at the Trading Post about my money. about a hundred and twenty-five bales, he reckoned, but at that price. . . . I ought to have had better sense than to deal with Clavern. He was a Redmon. Well, he said-and his voice was thin and weak, like he'd been sick-he needed left word with his wife that he'd see me Clavern wasn't at home to help. He'd The next time I saw him down there, I All the Redmons was tight as the bark on a hickory. My Daddy told me Clavern' s daddy was the same

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Published: Jan 8, 1988

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