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«
We
would
of
took
her
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
We
ain
’
t
had
no
job
.
We
sure
would
a
took
her
,
but
they
was
them
guys
in
there
,
an
’
the
way
they
looked
,
we
was
scairt
to
take
her
.
»
Black
Hat
said
,
«
Get
crazy
thinkin
’
!
I
been
workin
’
for
a
fella
,
an
’
he
can
’
t
pick
his
crop
.
Cost
more
jes
’
to
pick
her
than
he
can
git
for
her
,
an
’
he
don
’
know
what
to
do
.
»
«
Seems
to
me
—
"
Pa
stopped
.
The
circle
was
silent
for
him
.
«
Well
—
I
jus
’
thought
,
if
a
fella
had
an
acre
.
Well
,
my
woman
she
could
raise
a
little
truck
an
’
a
couple
pigs
an
’
some
chickens
.
An
’
us
men
could
get
out
an
’
find
work
,
an
’
then
go
back
.
Kids
could
maybe
go
to
school
.
Never
seen
sech
schools
as
out
here
.
»
«
Our
kids
ain
’
t
happy
in
them
schools
,
"
Black
Hat
said
.
«
Why
not
?
They
’
re
pretty
nice
,
them
schools
.
»
«
Well
,
a
raggedy
kid
with
no
shoes
,
an
’
them
other
kids
with
socks
on
,
an
’
nice
pants
,
an
’
them
a
-
yellin
’
’
Okie
.
’
My
boy
went
to
school
.
Had
a
fight
ever
’
day
.
Done
good
,
too
.
Tough
little
bastard
.
Ever
’
day
he
got
to
fight
.
Come
home
with
his
clothes
tore
an
’
his
nose
bloody
.
An
’
his
ma
’
d
whale
him
.
Made
her
stop
that
.
No
need
ever
’
body
beatin
’
the
hell
outa
him
,
poor
little
fella
.
Jesus
!
He
give
some
a
them
kids
a
goin
’
-
over
,
though
—
them
nice
-
pants
sons
-
a
-
bitches
.
I
dunno
.
I
dunno
.
»
Pa
demanded
,
«
Well
,
what
the
hell
am
I
gonna
do
?
We
’
re
outa
money
.
One
of
my
boys
got
a
short
job
,
but
that
won
’
t
feed
us
.
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
go
an
’
take
twenty
cents
.
I
got
to
.
»
Black
Hat
raised
his
head
,
and
his
bristled
chin
showed
in
the
light
,
and
his
stringy
neck
where
the
whiskers
lay
flat
like
fur
.
«
Yeah
!
»
he
said
bitterly
.
«
You
’
ll
do
that
.
An
’
I
’
m
a
two
-
bit
man
.
You
’
ll
take
my
job
for
twenty
cents
.
An
’
then
I
’
ll
git
hungry
an
’
I
’
ll
take
my
job
back
for
fifteen
.
Yeah
!
You
go
right
on
an
’
do
her
.
»
«
Well
,
what
the
hell
can
I
do
?
»
Pa
demanded
.
«
I
can
’
t
starve
so
’
s
you
can
get
two
bits
.
»
Black
Hat
dipped
his
head
again
,
and
his
chin
went
into
the
shadow
.
«
I
dunno
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
jes
’
dunno
.
It
’
s
bad
enough
to
work
twelve
hours
a
day
an
’
come
out
jes
’
a
little
bit
hungry
,
but
we
got
to
figure
all
a
time
,
too
.
My
kid
ain
’
t
gettin
’
enough
to
eat
.
I
can
’
t
think
all
the
time
,
goddamn
it
!
It
drives
a
man
crazy
.
»
The
circle
of
men
shifted
their
feet
nervously
.
