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Ma
’
s
face
softened
,
but
her
eyes
were
still
fierce
.
"
You
done
this
’
thout
thinkin
’
much
,
"
Ma
said
.
"
What
we
got
lef
’
in
the
worl
’
?
Nothin
’
but
us
.
Nothin
’
but
the
folks
.
We
come
out
an
’
Grampa
he
reached
for
the
shovel
-
shelf
right
off
.
An
’
now
,
right
off
,
you
wanna
bust
up
the
folks
—
"
Tom
cried
,
"
Ma
,
we
gonna
catch
up
with
ya
.
We
wasn
’
t
gonna
be
gone
long
.
"
Ma
waved
the
jack
handle
.
"
S
’
pose
we
was
camped
,
and
you
went
on
by
.
S
’
pose
we
got
on
through
,
how
’
d
we
know
where
to
leave
the
word
,
an
’
how
’
d
you
know
where
to
ask
?
"
She
said
,
"
We
got
a
bitter
road
.
Granma
’
s
sick
.
She
’
s
up
there
on
the
truck
a
-
pawin
’
for
a
shovel
herself
.
She
’
s
jus
’
tar
’
d
out
.
We
got
a
long
bitter
road
ahead
.
"
Uncle
John
said
,
"
But
we
could
be
makin
’
some
money
.
We
could
have
a
little
bit
saved
up
,
come
time
the
other
folks
got
there
.
"
The
eyes
of
the
whole
family
shifted
back
to
Ma
.
She
was
the
power
.
She
had
taken
control
.
"
The
money
we
’
d
make
wouldn
’
t
do
no
good
,
"
she
said
.
"
All
we
got
is
the
family
unbroke
.
Like
a
bunch
a
cows
,
when
the
lobos
are
ranging
,
stick
all
together
.
I
ain
’
t
scared
while
we
’
re
all
here
,
all
that
’
s
alive
,
but
I
ain
’
t
gonna
see
us
bust
up
.
The
Wilsons
here
is
with
us
,
an
’
the
preacher
is
with
us
.
I
can
’
t
say
nothin
’
if
they
want
to
go
,
but
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
cat
-
wild
with
this
here
piece
a
bar
-
arn
if
my
own
folks
busts
up
.
"
Her
tone
was
cold
and
final
.
Tom
said
soothingly
,
"
Ma
,
we
can
’
t
all
camp
here
.
Ain
’
t
no
water
here
.
Ain
’
t
even
much
shade
here
.
Granma
,
she
needs
shade
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Ma
.
"
We
’
ll
go
along
.
We
’
ll
stop
first
place
they
’
s
water
an
’
shade
.
An
’
—
the
truck
’
ll
come
back
an
’
take
you
in
town
to
get
your
part
,
an
’
it
’
ll
bring
you
back
.
You
ain
’
t
goin
’
walkin
’
along
in
the
sun
,
an
’
I
ain
’
t
havin
’
you
out
all
alone
,
so
if
you
get
picked
up
there
ain
’
t
nobody
of
your
folks
to
he
’
p
ya
.
"
Tom
drew
his
lips
over
his
teeth
and
then
snapped
them
open
.
He
spread
his
hands
helplessly
and
let
them
flop
against
his
sides
.
"
Pa
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
you
was
to
rush
her
one
side
an
’
me
the
other
an
’
then
the
res
’
pile
on
,
an
’
Granma
jump
down
on
top
,
maybe
we
can
get
Ma
’
thout
more
’
n
two
-
three
of
us
gets
killed
with
that
there
jack
handle
.
But
if
you
ain
’
t
willin
’
to
get
your
head
smashed
,
I
guess
Ma
’
s
went
an
’
filled
her
flush
.
Jesus
Christ
,
one
person
with
their
mind
made
up
can
shove
a
lot
of
folks
aroun
’
!
You
win
,
Ma
.
Put
away
that
jack
handle
’
fore
you
hurt
somebody
.
"
Ma
looked
in
astonishment
at
the
bar
of
iron
.
Her
hand
trembled
.
She
dropped
her
weapon
on
the
ground
,
and
Tom
,
with
elaborate
care
,
picked
it
up
and
put
it
back
in
the
car
.
He
said
,
"
Pa
,
you
jus
’
got
set
back
on
your
heels
.
Al
,
you
drive
the
folks
on
an
’
get
’
em
camped
,
an
’
then
you
bring
the
truck
back
here
.
Me
an
’
the
preacher
’
ll
get
the
pan
off
.
Then
,
if
we
can
make
it
,
we
’
ll
run
in
Santa
Rosa
an
’
try
an
’
get
a
con
-
rod
.
Maybe
we
can
,
seein
’
it
’
s
Sat
’
dy
night
.
Get
jumpin
’
now
so
we
can
go
.
Lemme
have
the
monkey
wrench
an
’
pliers
outa
the
truck
.
"
He
reached
under
the
car
and
felt
the
greasy
pan
.
"
Oh
,
yeah
,
lemme
have
a
can
,
that
ol
’
bucket
,
to
catch
the
oil
.
Got
to
save
that
.
"
Al
handed
over
the
bucket
and
Tom
set
it
under
the
car
and
loosened
the
oil
cap
with
a
pair
of
pliers
.
The
black
oil
flowed
down
his
arm
while
he
unscrewed
the
cap
with
his
fingers
,
and
then
the
black
stream
ran
silently
into
the
bucket
.
