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The
older
man
looked
at
him
,
and
then
he
smiled
a
little
.
«
You
ain
’
t
been
out
here
long
?
»
«
Hell
,
no
!
Jus
’
a
couple
days
.
»
«
I
knowed
it
.
Funny
,
you
git
outa
the
habit
a
mentionin
’
your
name
.
They
’
s
so
goddamn
many
.
Jist
fellas
.
Well
,
sir
—
I
’
m
Timothy
Wallace
,
an
’
this
here
’
s
my
boy
Wilkie
.
»
«
Proud
to
know
ya
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
You
been
out
here
long
?
»
«
Ten
months
,
"
Wilkie
said
.
«
Got
here
right
on
the
tail
a
the
floods
las
’
year
.
Jesus
!
We
had
a
time
,
a
time
!
Goddamn
near
starve
’
to
death
.
»
Their
feet
rattled
on
the
oiled
road
.
A
truckload
of
men
went
by
,
and
each
man
was
sunk
into
himself
.
Each
man
braced
himself
in
the
truck
bed
and
scowled
down
.
«
Goin
’
out
for
the
Gas
Company
,
"
Timothy
said
.
«
They
got
a
nice
job
of
it
.
»
«
I
could
of
took
our
truck
,
"
Tom
suggested
.
«
No
.
»
Timothy
leaned
down
and
picked
up
a
green
walnut
.
He
tested
it
with
his
thumb
and
then
shied
it
at
a
blackbird
sitting
on
a
fence
wire
.
The
bird
flew
up
,
let
the
nut
sail
under
it
,
and
then
settled
back
on
the
wire
and
smoothed
its
shining
black
feathers
with
its
beak
.
Tom
asked
,
«
Ain
’
t
you
got
no
car
?
»
Both
Wallaces
were
silent
,
and
Tom
,
looking
at
their
faces
,
saw
that
they
were
ashamed
.
