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"
Got
to
grow
into
her
when
you
’
re
a
little
kid
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
It
ain
’
t
jus
’
knowin
’
.
It
’
s
more
’
n
that
.
Kids
now
can
tear
down
a
car
’
thout
even
thinkin
’
about
it
.
"
A
jackrabbit
got
caught
in
the
lights
and
he
bounced
along
ahead
,
cruising
easily
,
his
great
ears
flopping
with
every
jump
.
Now
and
then
he
tried
to
break
off
the
road
,
but
the
wall
of
darkness
thrust
him
back
.
Far
ahead
bright
headlights
appeared
and
bore
down
on
them
.
The
rabbit
hesitated
,
faltered
,
then
turned
and
bolted
toward
the
lesser
lights
of
the
Dodge
.
There
was
a
small
soft
jolt
as
he
went
under
the
wheels
.
The
oncoming
car
swished
by
.
"
We
sure
squashed
him
,
"
said
Casy
.
Tom
said
,
"
Some
fellas
like
to
hit
’
em
.
Gives
me
a
little
shakes
ever
’
time
.
Car
sounds
O
.
K
.
Them
rings
must
a
broke
loose
by
now
.
She
ain
’
t
smokin
’
so
bad
.
"
"
You
done
a
nice
job
,
"
said
Casy
.
A
small
wooden
house
dominated
the
camp
ground
,
and
on
the
porch
of
the
house
a
gasoline
lantern
hissed
and
threw
its
white
glare
in
a
great
circle
.
Half
a
dozen
tents
were
pitched
near
the
house
,
and
cars
stood
beside
the
tents
.
Cooking
for
the
night
was
over
,
but
the
coals
of
the
campfires
still
glowed
on
the
ground
by
the
camping
places
.
A
group
of
men
had
gathered
to
the
porch
where
the
lantern
burned
,
and
their
faces
were
strong
and
muscled
under
the
harsh
white
light
,
light
that
threw
black
shadows
of
their
hats
over
their
foreheads
and
eyes
and
made
their
chins
seem
to
jut
out
.
They
sat
on
the
steps
,
and
some
stood
on
the
ground
,
resting
their
elbows
on
the
porch
floor
.
The
proprietor
,
a
sullen
lanky
man
,
sat
in
a
chair
on
the
porch
.
He
leaned
back
against
the
wall
,
and
he
drummed
his
fingers
on
his
knee
.
Inside
the
house
a
kerosene
lamp
burned
,
but
its
thin
light
was
blasted
by
the
hissing
glare
of
the
gasoline
lantern
.
The
gathering
of
men
surrounded
the
proprietor
.
Tom
drove
the
Dodge
to
the
side
of
the
road
and
parked
.
Al
drove
through
the
gate
in
the
truck
.
"
No
need
to
take
her
in
,
"
Tom
said
.
He
got
out
and
walked
through
the
gate
to
the
white
glare
of
the
lantern
.
The
proprietor
dropped
his
front
chair
legs
to
the
floor
and
leaned
forward
.
"
You
men
wanta
camp
here
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
We
got
folks
here
.
Hi
,
Pa
.
"
