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Grampa
throwed
his
hip
outa
joint
laughin
’
.
How
’
d
my
folks
go
so
easy
?
"
"
Well
,
the
guy
that
comes
aroun
’
talked
nice
as
pie
.
’
You
got
to
get
off
.
It
ain
’
t
my
fault
.
’
’
Well
,
’
I
says
,
’
whose
fault
is
it
?
I
’
ll
go
an
’
I
’
ll
nut
the
fella
.
’
’
It
’
s
the
Shawnee
Lan
’
an
’
Cattle
Company
.
I
jus
’
got
orders
.
’
’
Who
’
s
the
Shawnee
Lan
’
an
’
Cattle
Company
?
’
’
It
ain
’
t
nobody
.
It
’
s
a
company
.
’
Got
a
fella
crazy
.
There
wasn
’
t
nobody
you
could
lay
for
.
Lot
a
the
folks
jus
’
got
tired
out
lookin
’
for
somepin
to
be
mad
at
—
but
not
me
.
I
’
m
mad
at
all
of
it
.
I
’
m
stayin
’
.
"
A
large
red
drop
of
sun
lingered
on
the
horizon
and
then
dripped
over
and
was
gone
,
and
the
sky
was
brilliant
over
the
spot
where
it
had
gone
,
and
a
torn
cloud
,
like
a
bloody
rag
,
hung
over
the
spot
of
its
going
.
And
dusk
crept
over
the
sky
from
the
eastern
horizon
,
and
darkness
crept
over
the
land
from
the
east
.
The
evening
star
flashed
and
glittered
in
the
dusk
.
The
gray
cat
sneaked
away
toward
the
open
barn
shed
and
passed
inside
like
a
shadow
.
Joad
said
,
"
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
gonna
walk
no
eight
miles
to
Uncle
John
’
s
place
tonight
.
My
dogs
is
burned
up
.
How
’
s
it
if
we
go
to
your
place
,
Muley
?
That
’
s
on
’
y
about
a
mile
.
"
"
Won
’
t
do
no
good
.
"
Muley
seemed
embarrassed
.
"
My
wife
an
’
the
kids
an
’
her
brother
all
took
an
’
went
to
California
.
They
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
to
eat
.
They
wasn
’
t
as
mad
as
me
,
so
they
went
.
They
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
to
eat
here
.
"
The
preacher
stirred
nervously
.
"
You
should
of
went
too
.
You
shouldn
’
t
of
broke
up
the
fambly
.
"
"
I
couldn
’
,
"
said
Muley
Graves
.
"
Somepin
jus
’
wouldn
’
let
me
.
"
"
Well
,
by
God
,
I
’
m
hungry
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
Four
solemn
years
I
been
eatin
’
right
on
the
minute
.
My
guts
is
yellin
’
bloody
murder
.
What
you
gonna
eat
,
Muley
?
How
you
been
gettin
’
your
dinner
?
"
Muley
said
ashamedly
,
"
For
a
while
I
et
frogs
an
’
squirrels
an
’
prairie
dogs
sometimes
.
Had
to
do
it
.
But
now
I
got
some
wire
nooses
on
the
tracks
in
the
dry
stream
brush
.
Get
rabbits
,
an
’
sometimes
a
prairie
chicken
.
Skunks
get
caught
,
an
’
coons
,
too
.
"
He
reached
down
,
picked
up
his
sack
,
and
emptied
it
on
the
porch
.
Two
cottontails
and
a
jackrabbit
fell
out
and
rolled
over
limply
,
soft
and
furry
.
