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"
Where
’
s
your
men
?
"
"
Why
,
they
went
down
to
clean
up
.
We
was
drivin
’
all
night
.
"
"
Where
’
d
you
come
from
?
"
"
Right
near
Sallisaw
,
Oklahoma
.
"
"
Well
,
you
can
’
t
stay
here
.
"
"
We
aim
to
get
out
tonight
an
’
cross
the
desert
,
mister
.
"
"
Well
,
you
better
.
If
you
’
re
here
tomorra
this
time
I
’
ll
run
you
in
.
We
don
’
t
want
none
of
you
settlin
’
down
here
.
"
Ma
’
s
face
blackened
with
anger
.
She
got
slowly
to
her
feet
.
She
stooped
to
the
utensil
box
and
picked
out
the
iron
skillet
.
"
Mister
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
got
a
tin
button
an
’
a
gun
.
Where
I
come
from
,
you
keep
your
voice
down
.
"
She
advanced
on
him
with
the
skillet
.
He
loosened
the
gun
in
the
holster
.
"
Go
ahead
,
"
said
Ma
.
"
Scarin
’
women
.
I
’
m
thankful
the
men
folks
ain
’
t
here
.
They
’
d
tear
ya
to
pieces
.
In
my
country
you
watch
your
tongue
.
"
