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«
We
ain
’
t
no
bums
,
"
Tom
insisted
.
«
We
’
re
lookin
’
for
work
.
We
’
ll
take
any
kind
a
work
.
»
The
young
man
paused
in
fitting
the
brace
to
the
valve
slot
.
He
looked
in
amazement
at
Tom
.
«
Lookin
’
for
work
?
»
he
said
.
«
So
you
’
re
lookin
’
for
work
.
What
ya
think
ever
’
body
else
is
lookin
’
for
?
Di
’
monds
?
What
you
think
I
wore
my
ass
down
to
a
nub
lookin
’
for
?
»
He
twisted
the
brace
back
and
forth
.
Tom
looked
about
at
the
grimy
tents
,
the
junk
equipment
,
at
the
old
cars
,
the
lumpy
mattresses
out
in
the
sun
,
at
the
blackened
cans
on
fire
-
blackened
holes
where
the
people
cooked
.
He
asked
quietly
,
«
Ain
’
t
they
no
work
?
»
«
I
don
’
know
.
Mus
’
be
.
Ain
’
t
no
crop
right
here
now
.
Grapes
to
pick
later
,
an
’
cotton
to
pick
later
.
We
’
re
a
-
movin
’
on
,
soon
’
s
I
get
these
here
valves
groun
’
.
Me
an
’
my
wife
an
’
my
kids
.
We
heard
they
was
work
up
north
.
We
’
re
shovin
’
north
,
up
aroun
’
Salinas
.
»
Tom
saw
Uncle
John
and
Pa
and
the
preacher
hoisting
the
tarpaulin
on
the
tent
poles
and
Ma
on
her
knees
inside
,
brushing
off
the
mattresses
on
the
ground
.
A
circle
of
quiet
children
stood
to
watch
the
new
family
get
settled
,
quiet
children
with
bare
feet
and
dirty
faces
.
Tom
said
,
«
Back
home
some
fellas
come
through
with
han
’
bills
—
orange
ones
.
Says
they
need
lots
a
people
out
here
to
work
the
crops
.
»
The
young
man
laughed
.
«
They
say
they
’
s
three
hunderd
thousan
’
us
folks
here
,
an
’
I
bet
ever
’
dam
’
fam
’
ly
seen
them
han
’
bills
.
»
«
Yeah
,
but
if
they
don
’
need
folks
,
what
’
d
they
go
to
the
trouble
puttin
’
them
things
out
for
?
»
«
Use
your
head
,
why
don
’
cha
?
»
«
Yeah
,
but
I
wanta
know
.
»
