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"
Them
Okies
?
They
’
re
all
hard
-
lookin
’
.
"
"
Jesus
,
I
’
d
hate
to
start
out
in
a
jalopy
like
that
.
"
"
Well
,
you
and
me
got
sense
.
Them
goddamn
Okies
got
no
sense
and
no
feeling
.
They
ain
’
t
human
.
A
human
being
wouldn
’
t
live
like
they
do
.
A
human
being
couldn
’
t
stand
it
to
be
so
dirty
and
miserable
.
They
ain
’
t
a
hell
of
a
lot
better
than
gorillas
.
"
"
Just
the
same
I
’
m
glad
I
ain
’
t
crossing
the
desert
in
no
Hudson
Super
-
Six
.
She
sounds
like
a
threshing
machine
.
"
The
other
boy
looked
down
at
his
book
of
bills
.
And
a
big
drop
of
sweat
rolled
down
his
finger
and
fell
on
the
pink
bills
.
"
You
know
,
they
don
’
t
have
much
trouble
.
They
’
re
so
goddamn
dumb
they
don
’
t
know
it
’
s
dangerous
.
And
,
Christ
Almighty
,
they
don
’
t
know
any
better
than
what
they
got
.
Why
worry
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
worrying
.
Just
thought
if
it
was
me
,
I
wouldn
’
t
like
it
.
"
"
That
’
s
’
cause
you
know
better
.
They
don
’
t
know
any
better
.
"
And
he
wiped
the
sweat
from
the
pink
bill
with
his
sleeve
.
THE
TRUCK
took
the
road
and
moved
up
the
long
hill
,
through
the
broken
,
rotten
rock
.
The
engine
boiled
very
soon
and
Tom
slowed
down
and
took
it
easy
.
Up
the
long
slope
,
winding
and
twisting
through
dead
country
,
burned
white
and
gray
,
and
no
hint
of
life
in
it
.
Once
Tom
stopped
for
a
few
moments
to
let
the
engine
cool
,
and
then
he
traveled
on
.
They
topped
the
pass
while
the
sun
was
still
up
,
and
looked
down
on
the
desert
—
black
cinder
mountains
in
the
distance
,
and
the
yellow
sun
reflected
on
the
gray
desert
.
The
little
starved
bushes
,
sage
and
greasewood
,
threw
bold
shadows
on
the
sand
and
bits
of
rock
.
The
glaring
sun
was
straight
ahead
.
Tom
held
his
hand
before
his
eyes
to
see
at
all
.
They
passed
the
crest
and
coasted
down
to
cool
the
engine
.
They
coasted
down
the
long
sweep
to
the
floor
of
the
desert
,
and
the
fan
turned
over
to
cool
the
water
in
the
radiator
.
In
the
driver
’
s
seat
,
Tom
and
Al
and
Pa
,
and
Winfield
on
Pa
’
s
knee
,
looked
into
the
bright
descending
sun
,
and
their
eyes
were
stony
,
and
their
brown
faces
were
damp
with
perspiration
.
The
burnt
land
and
the
black
,
cindery
hills
broke
the
even
distance
and
made
it
terrible
in
the
reddening
light
of
the
setting
sun
.
Al
said
,
"
Jesus
,
what
a
place
.
How
’
d
you
like
to
walk
acrost
her
?
"
