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"
Me
too
,
"
Tom
added
.
"
Why
these
folks
out
west
hate
ya
?
"
The
man
looked
sharply
at
Tom
.
"
You
jus
’
goin
’
wes
’
?
"
"
Jus
’
on
our
way
.
"
"
You
ain
’
t
never
been
in
California
?
"
"
No
,
we
ain
’
t
.
"
"
Well
,
don
’
take
my
word
.
Go
see
for
yourself
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Tom
said
,
"
but
a
fella
kind
a
likes
to
know
what
he
’
s
gettin
’
into
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
truly
wanta
know
,
I
’
m
a
fella
that
’
s
asked
questions
an
’
give
her
some
thought
.
She
’
s
a
nice
country
.
But
she
was
stole
a
long
time
ago
.
You
git
acrost
the
desert
an
’
come
into
the
country
aroun
’
Bakersfield
.
An
’
you
never
seen
such
purty
country
—
all
orchards
,
an
’
grapes
,
purtiest
country
you
ever
seen
.
An
’
you
’
ll
pass
lan
’
flat
an
’
fine
with
water
thirty
feet
down
,
and
that
lan
’
s
layin
’
fallow
.
But
you
can
’
t
have
none
of
that
lan
’
.
That
’
s
a
Lan
’
and
Cattle
Company
.
An
’
if
they
don
’
t
want
ta
work
her
,
she
ain
’
t
gonna
git
worked
.
You
go
in
there
an
’
plant
you
a
little
corn
,
an
’
you
’
ll
go
to
jail
!
"
"
Good
lan
’
,
you
say
?
An
’
they
ain
’
t
workin
’
her
?
"
