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«
You
sure
there
ain
’
t
no
work
here
?
»
«
Look
,
I
been
scourin
’
aroun
’
for
three
weeks
all
over
hell
,
an
’
I
ain
’
t
had
a
bit
a
work
,
not
a
single
han
’
-
holt
.
’
F
you
wanta
look
aroun
’
an
’
burn
up
gas
lookin
’
,
why
,
go
ahead
.
I
ain
’
t
beggin
’
you
.
More
that
goes
,
the
less
chance
I
got
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
I
ain
’
t
findin
’
fault
.
It
’
s
jus
’
such
a
hell
of
a
long
ways
.
An
’
we
kinda
hoped
we
could
get
work
here
an
’
rent
a
house
to
live
in
.
»
Floyd
said
patiently
,
«
I
know
ya
jus
’
got
here
.
They
’
s
stuff
ya
got
to
learn
.
If
you
’
d
let
me
tell
ya
,
it
’
d
save
ya
somepin
.
If
ya
don
’
let
me
tell
ya
,
then
ya
got
to
learn
the
hard
way
.
You
ain
’
t
gonna
settle
down
cause
they
ain
’
t
no
work
to
settle
ya
.
An
’
your
belly
ain
’
t
gonna
let
ya
settle
down
.
Now
—
that
’
s
straight
.
»
«
Wisht
I
could
look
aroun
’
first
,
"
Tom
said
uneasily
.
A
sedan
drove
through
the
camp
and
pulled
up
at
the
next
tent
.
A
man
in
overalls
and
a
blue
shirt
climbed
out
.
Floyd
called
to
him
,
«
Any
luck
?
»
«
There
ain
’
t
a
han
’
-
turn
of
work
in
the
whole
darn
country
,
not
till
cotton
pickin
’
.
»
And
he
went
into
the
ragged
tent
.
«
See
?
»
said
Floyd
.
«
Yeah
,
I
see
.
But
two
hunderd
miles
,
Jesus
!
»
«
Well
,
you
ain
’
t
settlin
’
down
no
place
for
a
while
.
Might
’
s
well
make
up
your
mind
to
that
.
»
