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«
How
’
d
they
do
that
if
he
had
a
job
?
»
asked
Timothy
Wallace
.
The
tubby
man
laughed
.
«
You
know
better
’
n
that
,
"
he
said
.
«
You
know
a
vagrant
is
anybody
a
cop
don
’
t
like
.
An
’
that
’
s
why
they
hate
this
here
camp
.
No
cops
can
get
in
.
This
here
’
s
United
States
,
not
California
.
»
Huston
sighed
.
«
Wisht
we
could
stay
here
.
Got
to
be
goin
’
’
fore
long
.
I
like
this
here
.
Folks
gits
along
nice
;
an
’
,
God
Awmighty
,
why
can
’
t
they
let
us
do
it
’
stead
of
keepin
’
us
miserable
an
’
puttin
’
us
in
jail
?
I
swear
to
God
they
gonna
push
us
into
fightin
’
if
they
don
’
t
quit
a
-
worryin
’
us
.
»
Then
he
calmed
his
voice
.
«
We
jes
’
got
to
keep
peaceful
,
"
he
reminded
himself
.
«
The
committee
got
no
right
to
fly
off
’
n
the
handle
.
»
The
tubby
man
from
Unit
Three
said
,
«
Anybody
that
thinks
this
committee
got
all
cheese
an
’
crackers
ought
to
jes
’
try
her
.
They
was
a
fight
in
my
unit
today
—
women
.
Got
to
callin
’
names
,
an
’
then
got
to
throwin
’
garbage
.
Ladies
’
Committee
couldn
’
handle
it
,
an
’
they
come
to
me
.
Want
me
to
bring
the
fight
in
this
here
committee
.
I
tol
’
’
em
they
got
to
handle
women
trouble
theirselves
.
This
here
committee
ain
’
t
gonna
mess
with
no
garbage
fights
.
»
Huston
nodded
.
«
You
done
good
,
"
he
said
.
And
now
the
dusk
was
falling
,
and
as
the
darkness
deepened
the
practicing
of
the
string
band
seemed
to
grow
louder
.
The
lights
flashed
on
and
two
men
inspected
the
patched
wire
to
the
dance
floor
.
The
children
crowded
thickly
about
the
musicians
.
A
boy
with
a
guitar
sang
the
«
Down
Home
Blues
,
"
chording
delicately
for
himself
,
and
on
his
second
chorus
three
harmonicas
and
a
fiddle
joined
him
.
From
the
tents
the
people
streamed
toward
the
platform
,
men
in
their
clean
blue
denim
and
women
in
their
ginghams
.
They
came
near
to
the
platform
and
then
stood
quietly
waiting
,
their
faces
bright
and
intent
under
the
light
.
Around
the
reservation
there
was
a
high
wire
fence
,
and
along
the
fence
,
at
intervals
of
fifty
feet
,
the
guards
sat
in
the
grass
and
waited
.
Now
the
cars
of
the
guests
began
to
arrive
,
small
farmers
and
their
families
,
migrants
from
other
camps
.
And
as
each
guest
came
through
the
gate
he
mentioned
the
name
of
the
camper
who
had
invited
him
.
The
string
band
took
a
reel
tune
up
and
played
loudly
,
for
they
were
not
practicing
any
more
.
In
front
of
their
tents
the
Jesus
-
lovers
sat
and
watched
,
their
faces
hard
and
contemptuous
.
They
did
not
speak
to
one
another
,
they
watched
for
sin
,
and
their
faces
condemned
the
whole
proceeding
.
