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No
,
it
’
s
more
’
n
jus
’
this
place
.
Whyn
’
t
that
cat
jus
’
move
in
with
some
neighbors
—
with
the
Rances
.
How
come
nobody
ripped
some
lumber
off
this
house
?
Ain
’
t
been
nobody
here
for
three
-
four
months
,
an
’
nobody
’
s
stole
no
lumber
.
Nice
planks
on
the
barn
shed
,
plenty
good
planks
on
the
house
,
winda
frames
—
an
’
nobody
’
s
took
’
em
.
That
ain
’
t
right
.
That
’
s
what
was
botherin
’
me
,
an
’
I
couldn
’
t
catch
hold
of
her
.
"
"
Well
,
what
’
s
that
figger
out
for
you
?
"
Casy
reached
down
and
slipped
off
his
sneakers
and
wriggled
his
long
toes
on
the
step
.
"
I
don
’
know
.
Seems
like
maybe
there
ain
’
t
any
neighbors
.
If
there
was
,
would
all
them
nice
planks
be
here
?
Why
,
Jesus
Christ
!
Albert
Rance
took
his
family
,
kids
an
’
dogs
an
’
all
,
into
Oklahoma
City
one
Christmus
.
They
was
gonna
visit
with
Albert
’
s
cousin
.
Well
,
folks
aroun
’
here
thought
Albert
moved
away
without
sayin
’
nothin
’
—
figgered
maybe
he
got
debts
or
some
woman
’
s
squarin
’
off
at
him
.
When
Albert
come
back
a
week
later
there
wasn
’
t
a
thing
lef
’
in
his
house
—
stove
was
gone
,
beds
was
gone
,
winda
frames
was
gone
,
an
’
eight
feet
of
plankin
’
was
gone
off
the
south
side
of
the
house
so
you
could
look
right
through
her
.
He
come
drivin
’
home
just
as
Muley
Graves
was
going
away
with
the
doors
an
’
the
well
pump
.
Took
Albert
two
weeks
drivin
’
aroun
’
the
neighbors
’
’
fore
he
got
his
stuff
back
.
"
Casy
scratched
his
toes
luxuriously
.
"
Didn
’
t
nobody
give
him
an
argument
?
All
of
’
em
jus
’
give
the
stuff
up
?
"
"
Sure
.
They
wasn
’
t
stealin
’
it
.
They
thought
he
lef
’
it
,
an
’
they
jus
’
took
it
.
He
got
all
of
it
back
—
all
but
a
sofa
pilla
,
velvet
with
a
pitcher
of
an
Injun
on
it
.
Albert
claimed
Grampa
got
it
.
Claimed
Grampa
got
Injun
blood
,
that
’
s
why
he
wants
that
pitcher
.
Well
,
Grampa
did
get
her
,
but
he
didn
’
t
give
a
damn
about
the
pitcher
on
it
.
He
jus
’
liked
her
.
Used
to
pack
her
aroun
’
an
’
he
’
d
put
her
wherever
he
was
gonna
sit
.
He
never
would
give
her
back
to
Albert
.
Says
,
’
If
Albert
wants
this
pilla
so
bad
,
let
him
come
an
’
get
her
.
But
he
better
come
shootin
’
,
’
cause
I
’
ll
blow
his
goddamn
stinkin
’
head
off
if
he
comes
messin
’
aroun
’
my
pilla
.
’
So
finally
Albert
give
up
an
’
made
Grampa
a
present
of
that
pilla
.
It
give
Grampa
idears
,
though
.
He
took
to
savin
’
chicken
feathers
.
Says
he
’
s
gonna
have
a
whole
damn
bed
of
feathers
.
But
he
never
got
no
feather
bed
.
One
time
Pa
got
mad
at
a
skunk
under
the
house
.
Pa
slapped
that
skunk
with
a
two
-
by
-
four
,
and
Ma
burned
all
Grampa
’
s
feathers
so
we
could
live
in
the
house
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
Grampa
’
s
a
tough
ol
’
bastard
.
Jus
’
set
on
that
Injun
pilla
an
’
says
,
’
Let
Albert
come
an
’
get
her
.
Why
,
’
he
says
,
’
I
’
ll
take
that
squirt
and
wring
’
im
out
like
a
pair
of
drawers
.
’
"
The
cat
crept
close
between
the
men
again
,
and
its
tail
lay
flat
and
its
whiskers
jerked
now
and
then
.
The
sun
dropped
low
toward
the
horizon
and
the
dusty
air
was
red
and
golden
.
The
cat
reached
out
a
gray
questioning
paw
and
touched
Joad
’
s
coat
.
He
looked
around
.
"
Hell
,
I
forgot
the
turtle
.
I
ain
’
t
gonna
pack
it
all
over
hell
.
"
He
unwrapped
the
land
turtle
and
pushed
it
under
the
house
.
But
in
a
moment
it
was
out
,
headed
southwest
as
it
had
been
from
the
first
.
The
cat
leaped
at
it
and
struck
at
its
straining
head
and
slashed
at
its
moving
feet
.
The
old
,
hard
,
humorous
head
was
pulled
in
,
and
the
thick
tail
slapped
in
under
the
shell
,
and
when
the
cat
grew
tired
of
waiting
for
it
and
walked
off
,
the
turtle
headed
on
southwest
again
.
Young
Tom
Joad
and
the
preacher
watched
the
turtle
go
—
waving
its
legs
and
boosting
its
heavy
,
high
-
domed
shell
along
toward
the
southwest
.
The
cat
crept
along
behind
for
a
while
,
but
in
a
dozen
yards
it
arched
its
back
to
a
strong
taut
bow
and
yawned
,
and
came
stealthily
back
toward
the
seated
men
.
"
Where
the
hell
you
s
’
pose
he
’
s
goin
’
?
"
said
Joad
.
"
I
seen
turtles
all
my
life
.
They
’
re
always
goin
’
someplace
.
They
always
seem
to
want
to
get
there
.
"
The
gray
cat
seated
itself
between
and
behind
them
again
.
It
blinked
slowly
.
The
skin
over
its
shoulders
jerked
forward
under
a
flea
,
and
then
slipped
slowly
back
.
The
cat
lifted
a
paw
and
inspected
it
,
flicked
its
claws
out
and
in
again
experimentally
,
and
licked
its
pads
with
a
shell
-
pink
tongue
.
The
red
sun
touched
the
horizon
and
spread
out
like
a
jellyfish
,
and
the
sky
above
it
seemed
much
brighter
and
more
alive
than
it
had
been
.
Joad
unrolled
his
new
yellow
shoes
from
his
coat
,
and
he
brushed
his
dusty
feet
with
his
hand
before
he
slipped
them
on
.
