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The
fat
man
put
the
hose
in
the
tank
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
jus
’
don
’
t
know
what
the
country
’
s
comin
’
to
.
Relief
an
’
all
.
"
Casy
said
,
"
I
been
walkin
’
aroun
’
in
the
country
.
Ever
’
body
’
s
askin
’
that
.
What
we
comin
’
to
?
Seems
to
me
we
don
’
t
never
come
to
nothin
’
.
Always
on
the
way
.
Always
goin
’
and
goin
’
.
Why
don
’
t
folks
think
about
that
?
They
’
s
movement
now
.
People
moving
.
We
know
why
,
an
’
we
know
how
.
Movin
’
’
cause
they
got
to
.
That
’
s
why
folks
always
move
.
Movin
’
’
cause
they
want
somepin
better
’
n
what
they
got
.
An
’
that
’
s
the
on
’
y
way
they
’
ll
ever
git
it
.
Wantin
’
it
an
’
needin
’
it
,
they
’
ll
go
out
an
’
git
it
.
It
’
s
bein
’
hurt
that
makes
folks
mad
to
fightin
’
.
I
been
walkin
’
aroun
’
the
country
,
an
’
hearin
’
folks
talk
like
you
.
"
The
fat
man
pumped
the
gasoline
and
the
needle
turned
on
the
pump
dial
,
recording
the
amount
.
"
Yeah
,
but
what
’
s
it
comin
’
to
?
That
’
s
what
I
want
ta
know
.
"
Tom
broke
in
irritably
,
"
Well
,
you
ain
’
t
never
gonna
know
.
Casy
tries
to
tell
ya
an
’
you
jest
ast
the
same
thing
over
.
I
seen
fellas
like
you
before
.
You
ain
’
t
askin
’
nothin
’
;
you
’
re
jus
’
singin
’
a
kinda
song
.
’
What
we
comin
’
to
?
’
You
don
’
wanta
know
.
Country
’
s
movin
’
aroun
’
,
goin
’
places
.
They
’
s
folks
dyin
’
all
aroun
’
.
Maybe
you
’
ll
die
pretty
soon
,
but
you
won
’
t
know
nothin
’
.
I
seen
too
many
fellas
like
you
.
You
don
’
t
want
to
know
nothin
’
.
Just
sing
yourself
to
sleep
with
a
song
—
’
What
we
comin
’
to
?
’
"
He
looked
at
the
gas
pump
,
rusted
and
old
,
and
at
the
shack
behind
it
,
built
of
old
lumber
,
the
nail
holes
of
its
first
use
still
showing
through
the
paint
that
had
been
brave
,
the
brave
yellow
paint
that
had
tried
to
imitate
the
big
company
stations
in
town
.
But
the
paint
couldn
’
t
cover
the
old
nail
holes
and
the
old
cracks
in
the
lumber
,
and
the
paint
could
not
be
renewed
.
The
imitation
was
a
failure
and
the
owner
had
known
it
was
a
failure
.
And
inside
the
open
door
of
the
shack
Tom
saw
the
oil
barrels
,
only
two
of
them
,
and
the
candy
counter
with
stale
candies
and
licorice
whips
turning
brown
with
age
,
and
cigarettes
.
He
saw
the
broken
chair
and
the
fly
screen
with
a
rusted
hole
in
it
.
And
the
littered
yard
that
should
have
been
graveled
,
and
behind
,
the
corn
field
drying
and
dying
in
the
sun
.
Beside
the
house
the
little
stock
of
used
tires
and
retreaded
tires
.
And
he
saw
for
the
first
time
the
fat
man
’
s
cheap
washed
pants
and
his
cheap
polo
shirt
and
his
paper
hat
.
He
said
,
"
I
didn
’
mean
to
sound
off
at
ya
,
mister
.
It
’
s
the
heat
.
You
ain
’
t
got
nothin
’
.
Pretty
soon
you
’
ll
be
on
the
road
yourse
’
f
.
And
it
ain
’
t
tractors
’
ll
put
you
there
.
It
’
s
them
pretty
yella
stations
in
town
.
Folks
is
movin
’
,
"
he
said
ashamedly
.
"
An
’
you
’
ll
be
movin
’
,
mister
.
"
The
fat
man
’
s
hand
slowed
on
the
pump
and
stopped
while
Tom
spoke
.
He
looked
worriedly
at
Tom
.
"
How
’
d
you
know
?
"
he
asked
helplessly
.
"
How
’
d
you
know
we
was
already
talkin
’
about
packin
’
up
an
’
movin
’
west
?
"
Casy
answered
him
.
"
It
’
s
ever
’
body
,
"
he
said
.
"
Here
’
s
me
that
used
to
give
all
my
fight
against
the
devil
’
cause
I
figgered
the
devil
was
the
enemy
.
But
they
’
s
somepin
worse
’
n
the
devil
got
hold
a
the
country
,
an
’
it
ain
’
t
gonna
let
go
till
it
’
s
chopped
loose
.
Ever
see
one
a
them
Gila
monsters
take
hold
,
mister
?
Grabs
hold
,
an
’
you
chop
him
in
two
an
’
his
head
hangs
on
.
Chop
him
at
the
neck
an
’
his
head
hangs
on
.
Got
to
take
a
screw
-
driver
an
’
pry
his
head
apart
to
git
him
loose
.
An
’
while
he
’
s
layin
’
there
,
poison
is
drippin
’
an
’
drippin
’
into
the
hole
he
’
s
made
with
his
teeth
.
"
He
stopped
and
looked
sideways
at
Tom
.
The
fat
man
stared
hopelessly
straight
ahead
.
His
hand
started
turning
the
crank
slowly
.
"
I
dunno
what
we
’
re
comin
’
to
,
"
he
said
softly
.
Over
by
the
water
hose
,
Connie
and
Rose
of
Sharon
stood
together
,
talking
secretly
.
Connie
washed
the
tin
cup
and
felt
the
water
with
his
finger
before
he
filled
the
cup
again
.
Rose
of
Sharon
watched
the
cars
go
by
on
the
highway
.
Connie
held
out
the
cup
to
her
.
"
This
water
ain
’
t
cool
,
but
it
’
s
wet
,
"
he
said
.
