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"
Fifty
-
sixty
cars
a
folks
go
by
ever
’
day
,
folks
all
movin
’
west
with
kids
an
’
househol
’
stuff
.
Where
they
goin
’
?
What
they
gonna
do
?
"
"
Doin
’
the
same
as
us
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Goin
’
someplace
to
live
.
Tryin
’
to
get
along
.
That
’
s
all
.
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
know
what
the
country
’
s
comin
’
to
.
I
jus
’
don
’
know
.
Here
’
s
me
tryin
’
to
get
along
,
too
.
Think
any
them
big
new
cars
stop
here
?
No
,
sir
!
They
go
on
to
them
yella
-
painted
company
stations
in
town
.
They
don
’
t
stop
no
place
like
this
.
Most
folks
stops
here
ain
’
t
got
nothin
.
"
Al
flipped
the
radiator
cap
and
it
jumped
into
the
air
with
a
head
of
steam
behind
it
,
and
a
hollow
bubbling
sound
came
out
of
the
radiator
.
On
top
of
the
truck
,
the
suffering
hound
dog
crawled
timidly
to
the
edge
of
the
load
and
looked
over
,
whimpering
,
toward
the
water
.
Uncle
John
climbed
up
and
lifted
him
down
by
the
scruff
of
the
neck
.
For
a
moment
the
dog
staggered
on
stiff
legs
,
and
then
he
went
to
lap
the
mud
under
the
faucet
.
In
the
highway
the
cars
whizzed
by
,
glistening
in
the
heat
,
and
the
hot
wind
of
their
going
fanned
into
the
service
-
station
yard
.
Al
filled
the
radiator
with
the
hose
.
"
It
ain
’
t
that
I
’
m
tryin
’
to
git
trade
outa
rich
folks
,
"
the
fat
man
went
on
.
"
I
’
m
jus
’
tryin
’
to
git
trade
.
Why
,
the
folks
that
stops
here
begs
gasoline
an
’
they
trades
for
gasoline
.
I
could
show
you
in
my
back
room
the
stuff
they
’
ll
trade
for
gas
an
’
oil
:
beds
an
’
baby
buggies
an
’
pots
an
’
pans
.
One
family
traded
a
doll
their
kid
had
for
a
gallon
.
An
’
what
’
m
I
gonna
do
with
the
stuff
,
open
a
junk
shop
?
Why
,
one
fella
wanted
to
gimme
his
shoes
for
a
gallon
.
An
’
if
I
was
that
kinda
fella
I
bet
I
could
git
—
"
He
glanced
at
Ma
and
stopped
.
Jim
Casy
had
wet
his
head
,
and
the
drops
still
coursed
down
his
high
forehead
,
and
his
muscled
neck
was
wet
,
and
his
shirt
was
wet
.
He
moved
over
beside
Tom
.
"
It
ain
’
t
the
people
’
s
fault
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
’
d
you
like
to
sell
the
bed
you
sleep
on
for
a
tankful
a
gas
?
"
"
I
know
it
ain
’
t
their
fault
.
Ever
’
person
I
talked
to
is
on
the
move
for
a
damn
good
reason
.
But
what
’
s
the
country
comin
’
to
?
That
’
s
what
I
wanta
know
.
What
’
s
it
comin
’
to
?
Fella
can
’
t
make
a
livin
’
no
more
.
Folks
can
’
t
make
a
livin
’
farmin
’
.
I
ask
you
,
what
’
s
it
comin
’
to
?
I
can
’
t
figure
her
out
.
Ever
’
body
I
ask
,
they
can
’
t
figure
her
out
.
Fella
wants
to
trade
his
shoes
so
he
can
git
a
hunderd
miles
on
.
I
can
’
t
figure
her
out
.
"
He
took
off
his
silver
hat
and
wiped
his
forehead
with
his
palm
.
And
Tom
took
off
his
cap
and
wiped
his
forehead
with
it
.
He
went
to
the
hose
and
wet
the
cap
through
and
squeezed
it
and
put
it
on
again
.
Ma
worked
a
tin
cup
out
through
the
side
bars
of
the
truck
,
and
she
took
water
to
Granma
and
to
Grampa
on
top
of
the
load
.
She
stood
on
the
bars
and
handed
the
cup
to
Grampa
,
and
he
wet
his
lips
,
and
then
shook
his
head
and
refused
more
.
The
old
eyes
looked
up
at
Ma
in
pain
and
bewilderment
for
a
moment
before
the
awareness
receded
again
.
Al
started
the
motor
and
backed
the
truck
to
the
gas
pump
.
"
Fill
her
up
.
She
’
ll
take
about
seven
,
"
said
Al
.
"
We
’
ll
give
her
six
so
she
don
’
t
spill
none
.
"
