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The
man
took
two
steps
backward
.
"
Well
,
you
ain
’
t
in
your
country
now
.
You
’
re
in
California
,
an
’
we
don
’
t
want
you
goddamn
Okies
settlin
’
down
.
"
Ma
’
s
advance
stopped
.
She
looked
puzzled
.
"
Okies
?
"
she
said
softly
.
"
Okies
.
"
"
Yeah
,
Okies
!
An
’
if
you
’
re
here
when
I
come
tomorra
,
I
’
ll
run
ya
in
.
"
He
turned
and
walked
to
the
next
tent
and
banged
on
the
canvas
with
his
hand
.
"
Who
’
s
in
here
?
"
he
said
.
Ma
went
slowly
back
under
the
tarpaulin
.
She
put
the
skillet
in
the
utensil
box
.
She
sat
down
slowly
.
Rose
of
Sharon
watched
her
secretly
.
And
when
she
saw
Ma
fighting
with
her
face
,
Rose
of
Sharon
closed
her
eyes
and
pretended
to
be
asleep
.
The
sun
sank
low
in
the
afternoon
,
but
the
heat
did
not
seem
to
decrease
.
Tom
awakened
under
his
willow
,
and
his
mouth
was
parched
and
his
body
was
wet
with
sweat
,
and
his
head
was
dissatisfied
with
his
rest
.
He
staggered
to
his
feet
and
walked
toward
the
water
.
He
peeled
off
his
clothes
and
waded
into
the
stream
.
And
the
moment
the
water
was
about
him
,
his
thirst
was
gone
.
He
lay
back
in
the
shallows
and
his
body
floated
.
He
held
himself
in
place
with
his
elbows
in
the
sand
and
looked
at
his
toes
,
which
bobbed
above
the
surface
.
A
pale
skinny
little
boy
crept
like
an
animal
through
the
reeds
and
slipped
off
his
clothes
.
And
he
squirmed
into
the
water
like
a
muskrat
,
and
pulled
himself
along
like
a
muskrat
,
only
his
eyes
and
nose
above
the
surface
.
Then
suddenly
he
saw
Tom
’
s
head
and
saw
that
Tom
was
watching
him
.
He
stopped
his
game
and
sat
up
.
Tom
said
,
"
Hello
.
"
"
’
Lo
!
"
"
Looks
like
you
was
playin
’
muskrat
.
"
"
Well
,
I
was
.
"
He
edged
gradually
away
toward
the
bank
;
he
moved
casually
,
and
then
he
leaped
out
,
gathered
his
clothes
with
a
sweep
of
his
arms
,
and
was
gone
among
the
willows
.
