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Miller: I had a man running it. I went there every night 

 between eight and nine o* clock and shot my rifle- 

 No gun, no star, in workingman's clothes, no evi- 

 dence of being a sheriff, but I always had a deputy 

 sheriff with his gun strapped on and his star handy 

 who would say to me, "Well, you didn't shoot very 

 well tonight* Sheriff," making sure that the assem- 

 bled crowd and the whole town that was there would 

 hear the word "Sheriff," and I would say, "No, I'll 

 probably do better tomorrow night." At that time, 

 being tired, I would go up to the Brentwood Hotel 

 where I stayed and go to bed. 



The next morning at five o'clock I got up and 

 without breakfast I'd go to a different field every 

 morning, I'd see the pickers there with their buckets, 

 and I'd beckon to one to come over and hand me his 

 bucket, and he'd ask me, "What are you going to do?" 



"Mister, I'm just going to pick you a bucket 

 of apricots and show you how I pick apricots." 



So I climbed up the ladder, picked a bucket 

 of apricots in jig time, brought it to the man, and 

 walked away. And I always looked back in the mirror 



