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Al
said
,
"
Won
’
t
ya
need
me
to
give
ya
a
han
’
with
that
con
-
rod
?
"
"
You
said
your
own
se
’
f
you
never
fixed
one
.
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
Al
agreed
.
"
All
ya
got
to
have
is
a
strong
back
.
Maybe
the
preacher
don
’
wanta
stay
.
"
"
Well
—
whoever
—
I
don
’
care
,
"
said
Tom
.
Pa
scratched
the
dry
earth
with
his
forefinger
.
"
I
kind
a
got
a
notion
Tom
’
s
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
ain
’
t
goin
’
ta
do
no
good
all
of
us
stayin
’
here
.
We
can
get
fifty
,
a
hunderd
miles
on
’
fore
dark
.
"
Ma
said
worriedly
,
"
How
you
gonna
find
us
?
"
"
We
’
ll
be
on
the
same
road
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Sixty
-
six
right
on
through
.
Come
to
a
place
name
’
Bakersfiel
’
.
Seen
it
on
the
map
I
got
.
You
go
straight
on
there
.
"
"
Yeah
,
but
when
we
get
to
California
an
’
spread
out
sideways
off
this
road
-
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
,
"
Tom
reassured
her
.
"
We
’
re
gonna
find
ya
.
California
ain
’
t
the
whole
world
.
"
