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"
People
done
it
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Lots
a
people
done
it
;
an
’
if
they
could
,
we
could
.
"
"
Lots
must
a
died
,
"
said
Al
.
"
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
come
out
exac
’
ly
clean
.
"
Al
was
silent
for
a
while
,
and
the
reddening
desert
swept
past
.
"
Think
we
’
ll
ever
see
them
Wilsons
again
?
"
Al
asked
.
Tom
flicked
his
eyes
down
to
the
oil
gauge
.
"
I
got
a
hunch
nobody
ain
’
t
gonna
see
Mis
’
Wilson
for
long
.
Jus
’
a
hunch
I
got
.
"
Winfield
said
,
"
Pa
,
I
wanta
get
out
.
"
Tom
looked
over
at
him
.
"
Might
’
s
well
let
ever
’
body
out
’
fore
we
settle
down
to
drivin
’
tonight
.
"
He
slowed
the
car
and
brought
it
to
a
stop
.
Winfield
scrambled
out
and
urinated
at
the
side
of
the
road
.
Tom
leaned
out
.
"
Anybody
else
?
"
"
We
’
re
holdin
’
our
water
up
here
,
"
Uncle
John
called
.
Pa
said
,
"
Winfiel
’
,
you
crawl
up
on
top
.
You
put
my
legs
to
sleep
a
-
settin
’
on
’
em
.
"
The
little
boy
buttoned
his
overalls
and
obediently
crawled
up
the
back
board
and
on
his
hands
and
knees
crawled
over
Granma
’
s
mattress
and
forward
to
Ruthie
.
The
truck
moved
on
into
the
evening
,
and
the
edge
of
the
sun
struck
the
rough
horizon
and
turned
the
desert
red
.
