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"
Ten
miles
,
"
said
the
woman
,
and
added
,
"
Maybe
five
.
"
"
How
far
is
the
next
town
?
"
"
There
ain
’
t
any
next
town
.
"
"
There
are
other
towns
somewhere
.
I
mean
,
how
far
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Somewhere
.
"
In
the
vacant
space
by
the
side
of
the
house
,
they
saw
faded
rags
hanging
on
a
clothesline
,
which
was
a
piece
of
telegraph
wire
.
Three
chickens
pecked
among
the
beds
of
a
scraggly
vegetable
garden
;
a
fourth
sat
roosting
on
a
bar
which
was
a
length
of
plumber
’
s
pipe
.
Two
pigs
waddled
in
a
stretch
of
mud
and
refuse
;
the
stepping
stones
laid
across
the
muck
were
pieces
of
the
highway
’
s
concrete
.
They
heard
a
screeching
sound
in
the
distance
and
saw
a
man
drawing
water
from
a
public
well
by
means
of
a
rope
pulley
.
They
watched
him
as
he
came
slowly
down
the
street
.
He
carried
two
buckets
that
seemed
too
heavy
for
his
thin
arms
.
One
could
not
tell
his
age
.
He
approached
and
stopped
,
looking
at
the
car
.
His
eyes
darted
at
the
strangers
,
then
away
,
suspicious
and
furtive
.
Rearden
took
out
a
ten
-
dollar
bill
and
extended
it
to
him
,
asking
,
"
Would
you
please
tell
us
the
way
to
the
factory
?
"
