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The
driver
looked
significantly
at
the
fields
along
the
road
where
the
corn
was
fallen
sideways
and
the
dust
was
piled
on
it
.
Little
flints
shoved
through
the
dusty
soil
.
The
driver
said
,
as
though
to
himself
,
«
A
forty
-
acre
cropper
and
he
ain
’
t
been
dusted
out
and
he
ain
’
t
been
tractored
out
?
»
«
’
Course
I
ain
’
t
heard
lately
,
"
said
the
hitch
-
hiker
.
«
Long
time
,
"
said
the
driver
.
A
bee
flew
into
the
cab
and
buzzed
in
back
of
the
windshield
.
The
driver
put
out
his
hand
and
carefully
drove
the
bee
into
an
air
stream
that
blew
it
out
of
the
window
.
«
Croppers
going
fast
now
,
"
he
said
.
«
One
cat
’
takes
and
shoves
ten
families
out
.
Cat
’
s
all
over
hell
now
.
Tear
in
and
shove
the
croppers
out
.
How
’
s
your
old
man
hold
on
?
»
His
tongue
and
his
jaws
became
busy
with
the
neglected
gum
,
turned
it
and
chewed
it
.
With
each
opening
of
his
mouth
his
tongue
could
be
seen
flipping
the
gum
over
.
«
Well
,
I
ain
’
t
heard
lately
.
I
never
was
no
hand
to
write
,
nor
my
old
man
neither
.
»
He
added
quickly
,
«
But
the
both
of
us
can
,
if
we
want
.
»
«
Been
doing
a
job
?
»
Again
the
secret
investigating
casualness
.
He
looked
out
over
the
fields
,
at
the
shimmering
air
,
and
gathering
his
gum
into
his
cheek
,
out
of
the
way
,
he
spat
out
the
window
.
«
Sure
have
,
"
said
the
hitch
-
hiker
.
«
Thought
so
.
I
seen
your
hands
.
Been
swingin
’
a
pick
or
an
ax
or
a
sledge
.
That
shines
up
your
hands
.
I
notice
all
stuff
like
that
.
Take
a
pride
in
it
.
»
The
hitch
-
hiker
stared
at
him
.
The
truck
tires
sang
on
the
road
.
«
Like
to
know
anything
else
?
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
You
ain
’
t
got
to
guess
.
»
«
Now
don
’
t
get
sore
.
I
wasn
’
t
gettin
’
nosy
.
»
