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They
grunted
and
groaned
with
the
water
.
Pa
asked
politely
,
"
Goin
’
west
?
"
"
Nope
.
We
come
from
there
.
Goin
’
back
home
.
We
can
’
t
make
no
livin
’
out
there
.
"
"
Where
’
s
home
?
"
Tom
asked
.
"
Panhandle
,
come
from
near
Pampa
.
"
Pa
asked
,
"
Can
you
make
a
livin
’
there
?
"
"
Nope
.
But
at
leas
’
we
can
starve
to
death
with
folks
we
know
.
Won
’
t
have
a
bunch
a
fellas
that
hates
us
to
starve
with
.
"
Pa
said
,
"
Ya
know
,
you
’
re
the
second
fella
talked
like
that
.
What
makes
’
em
hate
you
?
"
"
Dunno
,
"
said
the
man
.
He
cupped
his
hands
full
of
water
and
rubbed
his
face
,
snorting
and
bubbling
.
Dusty
water
ran
out
of
his
hair
and
streaked
his
neck
.
"
I
like
to
hear
some
more
’
bout
this
,
"
said
Pa
.
