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　　The truck brought up dust as it moved over the road less flat land. Itstopped where two cowboys 2 stood at the edge 3 of a deep canyon 4.

"Where is he?" Tanner 5 asked. The older cowboy 1 named John pointed 6 tothe canyon.

"Down there," he said.

Tanner Walked to the edge. "What is he doing?""Barry said he heard him crying. I heard nothing." John answered.

"You heard him?" Tanner asked the younger man.

Barry took off his cowboy hat and smoothed his long brown hair, "Yes,I heard him.""Maybe heard something else." John said.

Barry shook his head, "Sounded like crying." Tanner stepped away fromthe edge. "How long is he being gone?"John looked at his watch, "One two hours since I told him.""Is that why he's down there?""Sure that's why," Barry said roughly 7, "John should not have saidanything.""I just told him what everybody says. I did not know the boy was goingto run off."Tanner looked from one to the other. "It is down," He said, " No oneis to blame. Call down to him." He said to Barry, "See, if he is downthere.""Rail, Hey Rail. It's Barry. Are you down there? Rail, listen. We wantyou to come out."He could see the aspen trees in the canyon. Their leaves were shakingwhite and then dark in the last light of day. But only the sound ofhis own voice came back.

"he is not down there." John said.

Barry went on. "Rail, John says he is sorry. We want to help you getout.""I am not sorry." John shouted, "I did not do anything."Tanner stepped between them. "If he is down there, he is not going toanswer."For a moment they all stood, not knowing what to do. The sky was bluegray and getting darker.

"We might it well go on," Tanner said at last. "And leave them?" Barryasked.

"There is nothing wrong with spending a cold night outside once in thewild." Tanner answered.

"I am not worried about the night." Barry said, "I am worried aboutwhat Rail is thinking. You two go back. I will stay here a while andtalk to him."The two other men turned to go back to the truck.

Then Barry called out, "John, maybe you should wonder what Rail isthinking down there."Somewhere below in the aspen trees, Rail was sitting. Barry imaginedhim sitting and not walking. He tried to listen for Rail's crying. Hehad heard it so clearly before.

He had called out once softly 8, "Rail."And the low moaning 9 sound has stopped. Barry lit a cigarette. Hewondered if Rail could see the light. He thought about the youngcowboy, small not as strong as most men, thin, skinny as a Rail. Barrylooked down into the blackness.

"Rail, You do not have the answer. Just listen to me. I will talkslowly or play a little. And you can listen."The stars were out by the thousands. He played a little more and thenstopped. The silence seemed welcome.

"You know, Rail. When I was a kid, I, I did some funny things, notthings to laugh at but strange things. I never knew where I was goingthe way you do. You know what you want." He did not know if Rail waslistening, but he did not stop. He had a firm belief that Rail wasthere.

"I had a boy once." His voice was strong, "No one else at the ranchknows that I had a boy. It is one of those things you keep hidden fromthe people you see everyday like a secret only much more severe 11, likea dream too, only more real. The boy's mother did not even know that Iknow about my own son. I read it in a newspaper when he was born."Barry laughed, "Maybe you think she was ugly to go with someone likeme, but she was beautiful. I met her in a drinking place, a placewhere she did not belong. She just came up to my table and looked atme. I have never seen a look like that anywhere else."Barry felt his voice was getting too loud. He calmed himself down.

"You know me, Rail. My mouth is too big and thick. My face is toolong. I could use some way just like you, but she chose me."Then, Barry looked up at the sky. He could remember often seeing thestars as thick as they were at that night. But never before had heunderstood the great deep blackness behind them. It was like lookinginto nothing. No air, no color, nothing. It hurt him to look at thesky like that.

"Rail," He said, "Sometimes, your feeling is all gone, like thatevening when Lerwin came down. Remember? Lerwin said she was going tosee you. You believed her. And then, she did not even look at you. Iknow it affected 12 you. That is the way you are."He expected an answer. "Rail, you down there, Rail. I will stay outhere with you all nights. I just wish I knew you wanted me to stay."The wind stopped it up again. "She took me white out of that place.

That is the way my boy was begun. I found out later what she was, adoctor's wife, a smart girl who lived in a big house on the hill. Shehad my boy."Then a thought struck him. Maybe Rail did not want to be found. Hestood up. "I am going home now, Rail. Just speak up if you want me tostay."The silence was heavy. He waited half an hour. It seemed like two.

Then, he walked to the edge of the canyon again.

"Rail, listen. I never went away. I have been waiting for you to starta fire or make some signs. But it is all right to be quiet. I will behere."The wind came up stronger. There was the smell of rain.

"That was fourteen years ago. I was 20, just a year older than you. Inever married the woman. As soon as she knew she was pregnant 13, shecame to me." He saw it all again in his mind. She had come to him inhis small room. She had no time to wait. She had to get home to herhusband. She came flying across the room toward 14 him. He thought shewas going to hate him. I am going to have your baby, she said. He hadspoken a little aloud. The words seemed to float out over the canyon.

"I thought she were going to blame me. But she said she wanted toleave her husband and come with me."Rain began to fall. It washed through quickly without thunder orlightning. Barry turned his back to it. He said nothing until the landwas quiet again. "I could not do it. I saw it was impossible. We didnot belong to the same world. We could never have been happy. So,Rail. I know a little about growing up too. You are going to be OK."The buildings of the ranch 10 spread out through the trees. One was thebunkhouse where Barry, John and Rail lived. Barry got there early inthe morning as John was coming out.

"Find him?" John asked.

"No," Barry answered, "He must still be down in the canyon. I talkedto him all last night.""What did he say?""Lots of things you would not understand."Another cowboy stepped out the bunkhouse. Each morning, Tanner metthem in the yard and gave them their tasks for the day. He was walkingtoward them now. "Just got a telephone call," Tanner said, "He is allright.""Where is he?" Barry asked.

"In *. He is in jail 15.""What do you mean?""Rail was in town last night. He had too much to drink. Somebody gotmad and called the sheriff. It will cost 30 dollars to get him out ofjail.""I have it." Said Barry.

"Ok. Let me know when you get back."He turned and walked to the barn 16. After a while, Barry went into thebunkhouse to change his clothes. There was no hurry to get to town.

Rail could wait a little longer.

You have been listening to the American story Looking into Nothing byKent Nelson. It appeared in the publication 17 the Transatlantic Reviewand was adapted by Donald Discenctus. Your narrator 18 was Shep O'Neal.

For VOA Special English. This is Doug Johnson.

肯特?尼尔森（Kent Nelson，1943-）美国小说家,共发行了100多部短篇小说。

2004年，其作品LAND THAT MOVES, LAND THAT STANDS STILL, Viking Penguin获奖(the Edward Abbey Prize for Ecofiction)。