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«
Come
on
,
Pa
.
Let
’
s
go
.
Look
here
,
Pa
.
You
an
’
me
an
’
Al
ride
in
the
seat
.
Ma
can
get
on
the
load
.
No
,
Ma
,
you
ride
in
the
middle
,
Al
"
—
Tom
reached
under
the
seat
and
brought
out
a
monkey
wrench
—
"
Al
,
you
get
up
behind
.
Take
this
here
.
Jus
’
in
case
.
If
anybody
tries
to
climb
uplet
’
im
have
it
.
»
Al
took
the
wrench
and
climbed
up
the
back
board
,
and
he
settled
himself
cross
-
legged
,
the
wrench
in
his
hand
.
Tom
pulled
the
iron
jack
handle
from
under
the
seat
and
laid
it
on
the
floor
,
under
the
brake
pedal
.
«
Awright
,
"
he
said
.
«
Get
in
the
middle
,
Ma
.
»
Pa
said
,
«
I
ain
’
t
got
nothin
’
in
my
han
’
.
»
«
You
can
reach
over
an
’
get
the
jack
handle
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
I
hope
to
Jesus
you
don
’
need
it
.
»
He
stepped
on
the
starter
and
the
clanking
flywheel
turned
over
,
the
engine
caught
and
died
,
and
caught
again
.
Tom
turned
on
the
lights
and
moved
out
of
the
camp
in
low
gear
.
The
dim
lights
fingered
the
road
nervously
.
They
climbed
up
to
the
highway
and
turned
south
.
Tom
said
,
«
They
comes
a
time
when
a
man
gets
mad
.
»
Ma
broke
in
,
«
Tom
—
you
tol
’
me
—
you
promised
me
you
wasn
’
t
like
that
.
You
promised
.
»
«
I
know
,
Ma
.
I
’
m
a
-
tryin
’
.
But
them
deputies
—
Did
you
ever
see
a
deputy
that
didn
’
have
a
fat
ass
?
An
’
they
waggle
their
ass
an
’
flop
their
gun
aroun
’
.
Ma
,
"
he
said
,
«
if
it
was
the
law
they
was
workin
’
with
,
why
,
we
could
take
it
.
But
it
ain
’
t
the
law
.
They
’
re
a
-
workin
’
away
at
our
spirits
.
They
’
re
a
-
tryin
’
to
make
us
cringe
an
’
crawl
like
a
whipped
bitch
.
They
tryin
’
to
break
us
.
Why
,
Jesus
Christ
,
Ma
,
they
comes
a
time
when
the
on
’
y
way
a
fella
can
keep
his
decency
is
by
takin
’
a
sock
at
a
cop
.
They
’
re
workin
’
on
our
decency
.
»
Ma
said
,
«
You
promised
,
Tom
.
That
’
s
how
Pretty
Boy
Floyd
done
.
I
knowed
his
ma
.
They
hurt
him
.
»
«
I
’
m
a
-
tryin
’
,
Ma
.
Honest
to
God
,
I
am
.
You
don
’
want
me
to
crawl
like
a
beat
bitch
,
with
my
belly
on
the
groun
’
,
do
you
?
»
