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«
Jes
’
loft
’
em
over
the
fence
.
»
«
No
,
sir
,
"
Willie
insisted
.
«
Listen
you
,
"
he
said
,
«
we
’
re
lettin
’
you
off
this
time
.
But
you
take
back
the
word
.
If
’
n
ever
this
here
happens
again
,
we
’
ll
jes
’
natcherally
kick
the
hell
outa
whoever
comes
;
we
’
ll
bust
ever
’
bone
in
their
body
.
Now
you
tell
your
boys
that
.
Huston
says
you
’
re
our
kinda
folks
—
maybe
.
I
’
d
hate
to
think
of
it
.
»
They
neared
the
fence
.
Two
of
the
seated
guards
stood
up
and
moved
over
.
«
Got
some
fellas
goin
’
home
early
,
"
said
Willie
.
The
three
men
climbed
over
the
fence
and
disappeared
into
the
darkness
.
And
the
squad
moved
quickly
back
toward
the
dance
floor
.
And
the
music
of
«
Ol
’
Dan
Tucker
»
skirled
and
whined
from
the
string
band
.
Over
near
the
office
the
men
still
squatted
and
talked
,
and
the
shrill
music
came
to
them
.
Pa
said
,
«
They
’
s
change
a
-
comin
’
.
I
don
’
know
what
.
Maybe
we
won
’
t
live
to
see
her
.
But
she
’
s
a
-
comin
’
.
They
’
s
a
res
’
less
feelin
’
.
Fella
can
’
t
figger
nothin
’
out
,
he
’
s
so
nervous
.
»
And
Black
Hat
lifted
his
head
up
again
,
and
the
light
fell
on
his
bristly
whiskers
.
He
gathered
some
little
rocks
from
the
ground
and
shot
them
like
marbles
,
with
his
thumb
.
«
I
don
’
know
.
She
’
s
a
-
comin
’
awright
,
like
you
say
.
Fella
tol
’
me
what
happened
in
Akron
,
Ohio
.
Rubber
companies
.
They
got
mountain
people
in
’
cause
they
’
d
work
cheap
.
An
’
these
here
mountain
people
up
an
’
joined
the
union
.
Well
,
sir
,
hell
jes
’
popped
All
them
storekeepers
and
legioners
an
’
people
like
that
,
they
get
drillin
’
an
’
yellin
’
,
’
Red
!
’
An
’
they
gonna
run
the
union
right
outa
Akron
.
Preachers
git
a
-
preachin
’
about
it
,
an
’
papers
a
-
yowlin
’
,
an
’
they
’
s
pick
handles
put
out
by
the
rubber
companies
,
an
’
they
’
re
a
-
buyin
’
gas
.
Jesus
,
you
’
d
think
them
mountain
boys
was
reg
’
lar
devils
!
»
He
stopped
and
found
some
more
rocks
to
shoot
.
«
Well
,
sir
—
it
was
las
’
March
,
an
’
one
Sunday
five
thousan
’
of
them
mountain
men
had
a
turkey
shoot
outside
a
town
.
Five
thousan
’
of
’
em
jes
’
marched
through
town
with
their
rifles
.
An
’
they
had
their
turkey
shoot
,
an
’
then
they
marched
back
.
An
’
that
’
s
all
they
done
.
Well
,
sir
,
they
ain
’
t
been
no
trouble
sence
then
.
These
here
citizens
committees
give
back
the
pick
handles
,
an
’
the
storekeepers
keep
their
stores
,
an
’
nobody
been
clubbed
nor
tarred
an
’
feathered
an
’
nobody
been
killed
.
»
There
was
a
long
silence
,
and
then
Black
Hat
said
,
«
They
’
re
gettin
’
purty
mean
out
here
.
Burned
that
camp
an
’
beat
up
folks
.
I
been
thinkin
’
.
All
our
folks
got
guns
.
I
been
thinkin
’
maybe
we
ought
to
get
up
a
turkey
shootin
’
club
an
’
have
meetin
’
s
ever
’
Sunday
.
»
The
men
looked
up
at
him
,
and
then
down
at
the
ground
,
and
their
feet
moved
restlessly
and
they
shifted
their
weight
from
one
leg
to
the
other
.
The
spring
is
beautiful
in
California
.
Valleys
in
which
the
fruit
blossoms
are
fragrant
pink
and
white
waters
in
a
shallow
sea
.
Then
the
first
tendrils
of
the
grapes
swelling
from
the
old
gnarled
vines
,
cascade
down
to
cover
the
trunks
.
The
full
green
hills
are
round
and
soft
as
breasts
.
And
on
the
level
vegetable
lands
are
the
mile
-
long
rows
of
pale
green
lettuce
and
the
spindly
little
cauliflowers
,
the
gray
-
green
unearthly
artichoke
plants
.
And
then
the
leaves
break
out
on
the
trees
,
and
the
petals
drop
from
the
fruit
trees
and
carpet
the
earth
with
pink
and
white
.
The
centers
of
the
blossoms
swell
and
grow
and
color
:
cherries
and
apples
,
peaches
and
pears
,
figs
which
close
the
flower
in
the
fruit
.
All
California
quickens
with
produce
,
and
the
fruit
grows
heavy
,
and
the
limbs
bend
gradually
under
the
fruit
so
that
little
crutches
must
be
placed
under
them
to
support
the
weight
.
