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Tom
said
angrily
,
«
Them
peaches
got
to
be
picked
right
now
,
don
’
t
they
?
Jus
’
when
they
’
re
ripe
?
»
«
’
Course
they
do
.
»
«
Well
,
s
’
pose
them
people
got
together
an
’
says
,
’
Let
em
rot
.
’
Wouldn
’
be
long
’
fore
the
price
went
up
,
by
God
!
»
The
young
man
looked
up
from
the
valves
,
looked
sardonically
at
Tom
.
«
Well
,
you
figgered
out
somepin
,
didn
’
you
.
Come
right
outa
your
own
head
.
»
«
I
’
m
tar
’
d
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Drove
all
night
.
I
don
’
t
wanta
start
no
argument
.
An
’
I
’
m
so
goddamn
tar
’
d
I
’
d
argue
easy
.
Don
’
t
be
smart
with
me
.
I
’
m
askin
’
you
.
»
The
young
man
grinned
.
«
I
didn
’
mean
it
.
You
ain
’
t
been
here
.
Folks
figgered
that
out
.
An
’
the
folks
with
the
peach
orchard
figgered
her
out
too
.
Look
,
if
the
folks
gets
together
,
they
’
s
a
leader
—
got
to
be
—
fella
that
does
the
talkin
’
.
Well
,
first
time
this
fella
opens
his
mouth
they
grab
’
im
an
’
stick
’
im
in
jail
.
An
’
if
they
’
s
another
leader
pops
up
,
why
,
they
stick
’
im
in
jail
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
Well
,
a
fella
eats
in
jail
anyways
.
»
«
His
kids
don
’
t
.
How
’
d
you
like
to
be
in
an
’
your
kids
starvin
’
to
death
?
»
