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Pa
,
coming
back
along
the
road
,
found
her
there
,
and
he
squatted
near
her
.
She
looked
slowly
over
at
him
.
«
Git
work
?
»
she
asked
.
«
No
,
"
he
said
,
ashamed
.
«
We
looked
.
»
«
Where
’
s
Al
and
John
and
the
truck
?
»
«
Al
’
s
fixin
’
somepin
.
Had
ta
borry
some
tools
.
Fella
says
Al
got
to
fix
her
there
.
»
Ma
said
sadly
,
«
This
here
’
s
a
nice
place
.
We
could
be
happy
here
awhile
.
»
«
If
we
could
get
work
.
»
«
Yeah
!
If
you
could
get
work
.
»
He
felt
her
sadness
,
and
studied
her
face
.
«
What
you
a
-
mopin
’
about
?
If
it
’
s
sech
a
nice
place
why
have
you
got
to
mope
?
»
She
gazed
at
him
,
and
she
closed
her
eyes
slowly
.
«
Funny
,
ain
’
t
it
.
All
the
time
we
was
a
-
movin
’
an
’
shovin
’
,
I
never
thought
none
.
An
’
now
these
here
folks
been
nice
to
me
,
been
awful
nice
;
an
’
what
’
s
the
first
thing
I
do
?
I
go
right
back
over
the
sad
things
—
that
night
Grampa
died
an
’
we
buried
him
.
I
was
all
full
up
of
the
road
,
and
bumpin
’
and
movin
’
,
an
’
it
wasn
’
t
so
bad
.
But
now
I
come
out
here
,
an
’
it
’
s
worse
now
.
An
’
Granma
—
an
’
Noah
walkin
’
away
like
that
!
Walkin
’
away
jus
’
down
the
river
.
Them
things
was
part
of
all
,
an
’
now
they
come
a
-
flockin
’
back
.
Granma
a
pauper
,
an
’
buried
a
pauper
.
That
’
s
sharp
now
.
That
’
s
awful
sharp
.
An
’
Noah
walkin
’
away
down
the
river
.
He
don
’
know
what
’
s
there
.
He
jus
’
don
’
know
.
An
’
we
don
’
know
.
We
ain
’
t
never
gonna
know
if
he
’
s
alive
or
dead
.
Never
gonna
know
.
An
’
Connie
sneakin
’
away
.
I
didn
’
give
’
em
brain
room
before
,
but
now
they
’
re
a
-
flockin
’
back
.
An
’
I
oughta
be
glad
’
cause
we
’
re
in
a
nice
place
.
»
Pa
watched
her
mouth
while
she
talked
.
Her
eyes
were
closed
.
«
I
can
remember
how
them
mountains
was
,
sharp
as
ol
’
teeth
beside
the
river
where
Noah
walked
.
I
can
remember
how
the
stubble
was
on
the
groun
’
where
Grampa
lie
.
I
can
remember
the
choppin
’
block
back
home
with
a
feather
caught
on
it
,
all
criss
-
crossed
with
cuts
,
an
’
black
with
chicken
blood
.
»
