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"
I
got
nothing
,
"
Albert
said
.
"
No
idears
,
no
money
,
no
nothing
.
"
"
Nothing
to
lose
but
your
chains
,
"
Jim
put
in
softly
.
"
Bull
,
"
said
Albert
,
"
nothing
to
lose
but
my
hair
.
"
"
You
got
this
truck
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
How
’
d
we
get
this
stuff
back
without
a
truck
?
"
"
This
truck
’
s
got
me
,
"
Albert
complained
.
"
The
God
-
damned
truck
’
s
just
about
two
-
bitted
me
to
death
.
"
He
looked
sadly
ahead
.
His
lips
scarcely
moved
when
he
talked
.
"
When
I
’
m
workin
’
and
I
get
three
dollars
to
the
good
and
I
get
set
to
look
me
up
a
floozy
,
somethin
’
on
this
buggy
busts
and
costs
three
dollars
.
Never
fails
.
God
damn
truck
’
s
worse
’
n
a
wife
.
"
Jim
said
earnestly
,
"
In
any
good
system
,
you
’
d
have
a
good
truck
.
"
"
Yeah
?
In
any
good
system
I
’
d
have
a
floozy
.
I
ain
’
t
Dakin
.
If
Dakin
’
s
truck
could
of
cooked
,
he
wouldn
’
t
of
wanted
nothing
else
.
"
Mac
said
to
Jim
,
"
You
’
re
talkin
’
to
a
man
that
knows
what
he
wants
,
and
it
ain
’
t
an
automobile
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
idear
,
"
said
Albert
.
"
I
guess
it
was
stickin
’
them
cows
done
it
.
I
felt
all
right
before
.
"
They
were
back
in
the
endless
orchards
now
,
and
the
leaves
were
dark
and
the
earth
was
dark
with
the
rain
.
In
the
ditches
beside
the
road
a
little
muddy
storm
water
ran
.
The
traffic
cop
rode
behind
them
as
Albert
turned
from
road
to
road
,
making
an
angular
circuit
of
the
town
.
They
could
see
among
the
trees
the
houses
where
the
owners
or
the
resident
share
-
croppers
lived
.
