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"
Anybody
would
,
"
said
Muley
.
The
preacher
stared
into
the
fire
,
and
his
high
forehead
was
white
in
the
settling
dark
.
The
flash
of
little
flames
picked
out
the
cords
of
his
neck
.
His
hands
,
clasped
about
his
knees
,
were
busy
pulling
knuckles
.
Joad
threw
the
last
bones
into
the
fire
and
licked
his
fingers
and
then
wiped
them
on
his
pants
.
He
stood
up
and
brought
the
bottle
of
water
from
the
porch
,
took
a
sparing
drink
,
and
passed
the
bottle
before
he
sat
down
again
.
He
went
on
.
"
The
thing
that
give
me
the
mos
’
trouble
was
,
it
didn
’
make
no
sense
.
You
don
’
t
look
for
no
sense
when
lightnin
’
kills
a
cow
,
or
it
comes
up
a
flood
.
That
’
s
jus
’
the
way
things
is
.
But
when
a
bunch
of
men
take
an
’
lock
you
up
four
years
,
it
ought
to
have
some
meaning
.
Men
is
supposed
to
think
things
out
.
Here
they
put
me
in
,
an
’
keep
me
an
’
feed
me
four
years
.
That
ought
to
either
make
me
so
I
won
’
t
do
her
again
or
else
punish
me
so
I
’
ll
be
afraid
to
do
her
again
"
—
he
paused
—
"
but
if
Herb
or
anybody
else
come
for
me
,
I
’
d
do
her
again
.
Do
her
before
I
could
figure
her
out
.
Specially
if
I
was
drunk
.
That
sort
of
senselessness
kind
a
worries
a
man
.
"
Muley
observed
,
"
Judge
says
he
give
you
a
light
sentence
’
cause
it
wasn
’
t
all
your
fault
.
"
Joad
said
,
"
They
’
s
a
guy
in
McAlester
—
lifer
.
He
studies
all
the
time
.
He
’
s
sec
’
etary
of
the
warden
—
writes
the
warden
’
s
letters
an
’
stuff
like
that
.
Well
,
he
’
s
one
hell
of
a
bright
guy
an
’
reads
law
an
’
all
stuff
like
that
.
Well
,
I
talked
to
him
one
time
about
her
,
’
cause
he
reads
so
much
stuff
.
An
’
he
says
it
don
’
t
do
no
good
to
read
books
.
Says
he
’
s
read
ever
’
thing
about
prisons
now
,
an
’
in
the
old
times
;
an
’
he
says
she
makes
less
sense
to
him
now
than
she
did
before
he
starts
readin
’
.
He
says
it
’
s
a
thing
that
started
way
to
hell
an
’
gone
back
,
an
’
nobody
seems
to
be
able
to
stop
her
,
an
’
nobody
got
sense
enough
to
change
her
.
He
says
for
God
’
s
sake
don
’
t
read
about
her
because
he
says
for
one
thing
you
’
ll
jus
’
get
messed
up
worse
,
an
’
for
another
you
won
’
t
have
no
respect
for
the
guys
that
work
the
gover
’
ments
.
"
"
I
ain
’
t
got
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
respec
’
for
’
em
now
,
"
said
Muley
.
"
On
’
y
kind
a
gover
’
ment
we
got
that
leans
on
us
fellas
is
the
’
safe
margin
a
profit
.
’
There
’
s
one
thing
that
got
me
stumped
,
an
’
that
’
s
Willy
Feeley
—
drivin
’
that
cat
’
,
an
’
gonna
be
a
straw
boss
on
lan
’
his
own
folks
used
to
farm
.
That
worries
me
.
I
can
see
how
a
fella
might
come
from
some
other
place
an
’
not
know
no
better
,
but
Willy
belongs
.
Worried
me
so
I
went
up
to
’
im
and
ast
’
im
.
Right
off
he
got
mad
.
’
I
got
two
little
kids
,
’
he
says
.
’
I
got
a
wife
an
’
my
wife
’
s
mother
.
Them
people
got
to
eat
.
’
Gets
madder
’
n
hell
.
’
Fust
an
’
on
’
y
thing
I
got
to
think
about
is
my
own
folks
,
’
he
says
.
’
What
happens
to
other
folks
is
their
look
-
out
,
’
he
says
.
Seems
like
he
’
s
’
shamed
,
so
he
gets
mad
.
"
Jim
Casy
had
been
staring
at
the
dying
fire
,
and
his
eyes
had
grown
wider
and
his
neck
muscles
stood
higher
.
Suddenly
he
cried
,
"
I
got
her
!
If
ever
a
man
got
a
dose
of
the
sperit
,
I
got
her
.
Got
her
all
of
a
flash
!
"
He
jumped
to
his
feet
and
paced
back
and
forth
,
his
head
swinging
.
"
Had
a
tent
one
time
.
Drawed
as
much
as
five
hundred
people
ever
’
night
.
That
’
s
before
either
you
fellas
seen
me
.
"
He
stopped
and
faced
them
.
"
Ever
notice
I
never
took
no
collections
when
I
was
preachin
’
out
here
to
folks
—
in
barns
an
’
in
the
open
?
"
"
By
God
,
you
never
,
"
said
Muley
.
"
People
around
here
got
so
use
’
to
not
givin
’
you
money
they
got
to
bein
’
a
little
mad
when
some
other
preacher
came
along
an
’
passed
the
hat
.
Yes
,
sir
!
"
"
I
took
somepin
to
eat
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
I
took
a
pair
a
pants
when
mine
was
wore
out
,
an
’
a
ol
’
pair
a
shoes
when
I
was
walkin
’
through
to
the
groun
’
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
like
when
I
had
the
tent
.
Some
days
there
I
’
d
take
in
ten
or
twenty
dollars
.
Wasn
’
t
happy
that
-
a
-
way
,
so
I
give
her
up
,
an
’
for
a
time
I
was
happy
.
I
think
I
got
her
now
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
can
say
her
.
I
guess
I
won
’
t
try
to
say
her
—
but
maybe
there
’
s
a
place
for
a
preacher
.
Maybe
I
can
preach
again
.
Folks
out
lonely
on
the
road
,
folks
with
no
lan
’
,
no
home
to
go
to
.
They
got
to
have
some
kind
of
home
.
Maybe
—
"
He
stood
over
the
fire
.
The
hundred
muscles
of
his
neck
stood
out
in
high
relief
,
and
the
firelight
went
deep
into
his
eyes
and
ignited
red
embers
.
He
stood
and
looked
at
the
fire
,
his
face
tense
as
though
he
were
listening
,
and
the
hands
that
had
been
active
to
pick
,
to
handle
,
to
throw
ideas
,
grew
quiet
,
and
in
a
moment
crept
into
his
pocket
.
The
bats
flittered
in
and
out
of
the
dull
firelight
,
and
the
soft
watery
burble
of
a
night
hawk
came
from
across
the
fields
.
