Every Picture Tells a Story Don't It?

In just spring the goatman came over the bridge, a stout old man in overalls, long gray hair and beard.
We just passin thew, said the goatman...
...When Suttree came up the goatman turned as if he'd sensed him there and he smiled and nodded.
...Suttree took the cards. The cards were old but the goatman by the fire was not changed from him that posed upon them.
Aint no need to rush off.
What makes you think I was rushing off?
I don't know. But you welcome to stay.
I'd better get on.
The goatman watched him. He was trudging out across the field.
Say, called the goatman.
Suttree turned.
You know if you had a goat or two down here they'd be good company. You never would be lonely.
What makes you think I'm lonely? said Suttree.
The goatman smiled. I dont know, he said. I aint wrong.