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«
Prune
pickin
’
,
an
’
pears
an
’
cannery
work
.
Says
it
’
s
purty
near
ready
.
»
«
How
far
?
»
Tom
demanded
.
«
Oh
,
Christ
knows
.
Maybe
two
hundred
miles
.
»
«
That
’
s
a
hell
of
a
long
ways
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
How
we
know
they
’
s
gonna
be
work
when
we
get
there
?
»
«
Well
,
we
don
’
know
,
"
said
Floyd
.
«
But
they
ain
’
t
nothin
’
here
,
an
’
this
fella
says
he
got
a
letter
from
his
brother
,
an
’
he
’
s
on
his
way
.
He
says
not
to
tell
nobody
,
they
’
ll
be
too
many
.
We
oughta
get
out
in
the
night
.
Oughta
get
there
and
get
some
work
lined
up
.
»
Tom
studied
him
.
«
Why
we
gotta
sneak
away
?
»
«
Well
,
if
ever
’
body
gets
there
,
ain
’
t
gonna
be
work
for
nobody
.
»
«
It
’
s
a
hell
of
a
long
way
,
"
Tom
said
.
Floyd
sounded
hurt
.
«
I
’
m
jus
’
givin
’
you
the
tip
.
You
don
’
have
to
take
it
.
Your
brother
here
he
’
ped
me
,
an
’
I
’
m
givin
’
you
the
tip
.
»
