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Pa
’
s
irritation
arose
.
The
gray
woman
peered
out
of
the
burlap
shack
.
«
What
you
think
I
’
m
a
-
sayin
’
?
»
Pa
said
.
«
Well
,
if
you
wanta
camp
here
,
why
don
’
t
ya
?
I
ain
’
t
a
-
stoppin
’
you
.
»
Tom
laughed
.
«
He
got
it
.
»
Pa
gathered
his
temper
.
«
I
jus
’
wanted
to
know
does
anybody
own
it
?
Do
we
got
to
pay
?
»
The
bearded
man
thrust
out
his
jaw
.
«
Who
owns
it
?
»
he
demanded
.
Pa
turned
away
.
«
The
hell
with
it
,
"
he
said
.
The
woman
’
s
head
popped
back
in
the
tent
.
The
bearded
man
stepped
forward
menacingly
.
«
Who
owns
it
?
»
he
demanded
.
«
Who
’
s
gonna
kick
us
outa
here
?
You
tell
me
.
»
Tom
stepped
in
front
of
Pa
.
«
You
better
go
take
a
good
long
sleep
,
"
he
said
.
The
bearded
man
dropped
his
mouth
open
and
put
a
dirty
finger
against
his
lower
gums
.
For
a
moment
he
continued
to
look
wisely
,
speculatively
at
Tom
,
and
then
he
turned
on
his
heels
and
popped
into
the
shack
after
the
gray
woman
.
Tom
turned
on
Pa
.
«
What
the
hell
was
that
?
»
he
asked
.
Pa
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
He
was
looking
across
the
camp
.
In
front
of
a
tent
stood
an
old
Buick
,
and
the
head
was
off
.
A
young
man
was
grinding
the
valves
,
and
as
he
twisted
back
and
forth
,
back
and
forth
,
on
the
tool
,
he
looked
up
at
the
Joad
truck
.
They
could
see
that
he
was
laughing
to
himself
.
When
the
bearded
man
was
gone
,
the
young
man
left
his
work
and
sauntered
over
.
