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«
Why
,
up
north
,
like
I
said
.
»
Al
said
,
«
Look
,
a
fella
tol
’
me
’
bout
a
gov
’
ment
camp
near
here
.
Where
’
s
it
at
?
»
«
Oh
,
I
think
that
’
s
full
up
.
»
«
Well
,
where
’
s
it
at
?
»
«
Go
south
on
99
’
bout
twelve
-
fourteen
miles
,
an
’
turn
east
to
Weedpatch
.
It
’
s
right
near
there
.
But
I
think
she
’
s
full
up
.
»
«
Fella
says
it
’
s
nice
,
"
Al
said
.
«
Sure
,
she
’
s
nice
.
Treat
ya
like
a
man
’
stead
of
a
dog
.
Ain
’
t
no
cops
there
.
But
she
’
s
full
up
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
What
I
can
’
t
understan
’
s
why
that
cop
was
so
mean
.
Seemed
like
he
was
aimin
’
for
trouble
;
seemed
like
he
’
s
pokin
’
a
fella
to
make
trouble
.
»
Floyd
said
,
«
I
don
’
know
about
here
,
but
up
north
I
knowed
one
a
them
fellas
,
an
’
he
was
a
nice
fella
.
He
tol
’
me
up
there
the
deputies
got
to
take
guys
in
.
Sheriff
gets
seventy
-
five
cents
a
day
for
each
prisoner
,
an
’
he
feeds
’
em
for
a
quarter
.
If
he
ain
’
t
got
prisoners
,
he
don
’
make
no
profit
.
This
fella
says
he
didn
’
pick
up
nobody
for
a
week
,
an
’
the
sheriff
tol
’
’
im
he
better
bring
in
guys
or
give
up
his
button
.
This
fella
today
sure
looks
like
he
’
s
out
to
make
a
pinch
one
way
or
another
.
»
«
We
got
to
get
on
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
So
long
,
Floyd
.
»
