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Well
,
what
happened
to
them
?
What
happened
to
the
folks
in
that
car
?
Did
they
walk
?
Where
are
they
?
Where
does
the
courage
come
from
?
Where
does
the
terrible
faith
come
from
?
And
heres
a
story
you
can
hardly
believe
,
but
it
’
s
true
,
and
it
’
s
funny
and
it
’
s
beautiful
.
There
was
a
family
of
twelve
and
they
were
forced
off
the
land
.
They
had
no
car
.
They
built
a
trailer
out
of
junk
and
loaded
it
with
their
possessions
.
They
pulled
it
to
the
side
of
66
and
waited
.
And
pretty
soon
a
sedan
picked
them
up
.
Five
of
them
rode
in
the
sedan
and
seven
on
the
trailer
,
and
a
dog
on
the
trailer
.
They
got
to
California
in
two
jumps
.
The
man
who
pulled
them
fed
them
.
And
that
’
s
true
.
But
how
can
such
courage
be
,
and
such
faith
in
their
own
species
?
Very
few
things
would
teach
such
faith
.
The
people
in
flight
from
the
terror
behind
—
strange
things
happen
to
them
,
some
bitterly
cruel
and
some
so
beautiful
that
the
faith
is
refired
forever
.
The
ancient
overloaded
Hudson
creaked
and
grunted
to
the
highway
at
Sallisaw
and
turned
west
,
and
the
sun
was
blinding
.
But
on
the
concrete
road
Al
built
up
his
speed
because
the
flattened
springs
were
not
in
danger
any
more
.
From
Sallisaw
to
Gore
is
twenty
-
one
miles
and
the
Hudson
was
doing
thirty
-
five
miles
an
hour
.
From
Gore
to
Warner
thirteen
miles
;
Warner
to
Checotah
fourteen
miles
;
Checotah
a
long
jump
to
Henrietta
—
thirty
-
four
miles
,
but
a
real
town
at
the
end
of
it
.
Henrietta
to
Castle
,
nineteen
miles
,
and
the
sun
was
overhead
,
and
the
red
fields
,
heated
by
the
high
sun
,
vibrated
the
air
.
Al
,
at
the
wheel
,
his
face
purposeful
,
his
whole
body
listening
to
the
car
,
his
restless
eyes
jumping
from
the
road
to
the
instrument
panel
.
Al
was
one
with
his
engine
,
every
nerve
listening
for
weaknesses
,
for
the
thumps
or
squeals
,
hums
and
chattering
that
indicate
a
change
that
may
cause
a
breakdown
.
He
had
become
the
soul
of
the
car
.
Granma
,
beside
him
on
the
seat
,
half
slept
,
and
whimpered
in
her
sleep
,
opened
her
eyes
to
peer
ahead
,
and
then
dozed
again
.
And
Ma
sat
beside
Granma
,
one
elbow
out
the
window
,
and
the
skin
reddening
under
the
fierce
sun
.
Ma
looked
ahead
too
,
but
her
eyes
were
flat
and
did
not
see
the
road
or
the
fields
,
the
gas
stations
,
the
little
eating
sheds
.
She
did
not
glance
at
them
as
the
Hudson
went
by
.
Al
shifted
himself
on
the
broken
seat
and
changed
his
grip
on
the
steering
wheel
.
And
he
sighed
,
"
Makes
a
racket
,
but
I
think
she
’
s
awright
.
God
knows
what
she
’
ll
do
if
we
got
to
climb
a
hill
with
the
load
we
got
.
Got
any
hills
’
tween
here
an
’
California
,
Ma
?
"
Ma
turned
her
head
slowly
and
her
eyes
came
to
life
.
"
Seems
to
me
they
’
s
hills
,
"
she
said
.
"
’
Course
I
dunno
.
But
seems
to
me
I
heard
they
’
s
hills
an
’
even
mountains
.
Big
ones
.
"
Granma
drew
a
long
whining
sigh
in
her
sleep
.
Al
said
,
"
We
’
ll
burn
right
up
if
we
got
climbin
’
to
do
.
Have
to
throw
out
some
a
’
this
stuff
.
Maybe
,
we
shouldn
’
a
brang
that
preacher
.
"
