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The
families
were
in
the
tents
now
,
and
the
flaps
were
down
,
and
the
setting
sun
made
the
air
red
and
the
gray
tents
bronze
.
Tires
squealed
on
the
highway
and
an
open
car
came
swiftly
into
the
camp
.
Four
men
,
armed
with
rifles
,
piled
out
.
Casy
stood
up
and
walked
to
them
.
«
What
the
hell
’
s
goin
’
on
here
?
»
Casy
said
,
«
I
knocked
out
your
man
there
.
»
One
of
the
armed
men
went
to
the
deputy
.
He
was
conscious
now
,
trying
weakly
to
sit
up
.
«
Now
what
happened
here
?
»
«
Well
,
"
Casy
said
,
«
he
got
tough
an
’
I
hit
’
im
,
and
he
started
shootin
’
—
hit
a
woman
down
the
line
.
So
I
hit
’
im
again
.
»
«
Well
,
what
’
d
you
do
in
the
first
place
?
»
«
I
talked
back
,
"
said
Casy
.
«
Get
in
that
car
.
»
