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"
I
dunno
what
’
s
got
into
her
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
Maybe
she
’
s
jus
’
tar
’
d
out
.
"
Al
said
,
"
I
won
’
t
be
doin
’
no
weepin
’
an
’
a
-
moanin
’
to
get
through
.
I
got
this
goddamn
car
on
my
soul
.
"
Tom
said
,
"
Well
,
you
done
a
damn
good
job
a
pickin
’
.
We
ain
’
t
had
hardly
no
trouble
with
her
at
all
.
"
All
night
they
bored
through
the
hot
darkness
,
and
jackrabbits
scuttled
into
the
lights
and
dashed
away
in
long
jolting
leaps
.
And
the
dawn
came
up
behind
them
when
the
lights
of
Mojave
were
ahead
.
And
the
dawn
showed
high
mountains
to
the
west
.
They
filled
with
water
and
oil
at
Mojave
and
crawled
into
the
mountains
,
and
the
dawn
was
about
them
.
Tom
said
,
"
Jesus
,
the
desert
’
s
past
!
Pa
,
Al
,
for
Christ
sakes
!
The
desert
’
s
past
!
"
"
I
’
m
too
goddamned
tired
to
care
,
"
said
Al
.
"
Want
me
to
drive
?
"
"
No
,
wait
awhile
.
"
They
drove
through
Tehachapi
in
the
morning
glow
,
and
the
sun
came
up
behind
them
,
and
then
—
suddenly
they
saw
the
great
valley
below
them
.
Al
jammed
on
the
brake
and
stopped
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
and
,
"
Jesus
Christ
!
Look
!
"
he
said
.
The
vineyards
,
the
orchards
,
the
great
flat
valley
,
green
and
beautiful
,
the
trees
set
in
rows
,
and
the
farm
houses
.
