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McAlester
an
’
think
all
the
things
I
’
d
do
.
I
’
d
go
in
a
straight
line
way
to
hell
an
’
gone
an
’
never
stop
nowheres
.
Seems
like
a
long
time
ago
.
Seems
like
it
’
s
years
ago
I
was
in
.
They
was
a
guard
made
it
tough
.
I
was
gonna
lay
for
’
im
.
Guess
that
’
s
what
makes
me
mad
at
cops
.
Seems
like
ever
’
cop
got
his
face
.
He
use
’
ta
get
red
in
the
face
.
Looked
like
a
pig
.
Had
a
brother
out
west
,
they
said
.
Use
’
ta
get
fellas
paroled
to
his
brother
,
an
’
then
they
had
to
work
for
nothin
’
.
If
they
raised
a
stink
,
they
’
d
get
sent
back
for
breakin
’
parole
.
That
’
s
what
the
fellers
said
.
»
«
Don
’
think
about
it
,
"
Ma
begged
him
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
lay
in
a
lot
a
stuff
to
eat
.
Lot
a
flour
an
’
lard
.
»
«
Might
’
s
well
think
about
it
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Try
to
shut
it
out
,
an
’
it
’
ll
whang
back
at
me
.
They
was
a
screwball
.
Never
tol
’
you
’
bout
him
.
Looked
like
Happy
Hooligan
.
Harmless
kinda
fella
.
Always
was
gonna
make
a
break
.
Fellas
all
called
him
Hooligan
.
»
Tom
laughed
to
himself
.
«
Don
’
think
about
it
,
"
Ma
begged
.
«
Go
on
,
"
said
Al
.
«
Tell
about
the
fella
.
»
«
It
don
’
t
hurt
nothin
’
,
Ma
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
This
fella
was
always
gonna
break
out
.
Make
a
plan
,
he
would
;
but
he
couldn
’
keep
it
to
hisself
an
’
purty
soon
ever
’
body
knowed
it
,
even
the
warden
.
He
’
d
make
his
break
an
’
they
’
d
take
’
im
by
the
han
’
an
’
lead
’
im
back
.
Well
,
one
time
he
drawed
a
plan
where
he
’
s
goin
’
over
.
’
Course
he
showed
it
aroun
’
,
an
’
ever
’
body
kep
’
still
.
An
’
he
hid
out
,
an
’
ever
’
body
kep
’
still
.
So
he
’
s
got
himself
a
rope
somewheres
,
an
’
he
goes
over
the
wall
.
They
’
s
six
guards
outside
with
a
great
big
sack
,
an
’
Hooligan
comes
quiet
down
the
rope
an
’
they
jus
’
hol
’
the
sack
out
an
’
he
goes
right
inside
.
They
tie
up
the
mouth
an
’
take
’
im
back
inside
.
Fellas
laughed
so
hard
they
like
to
died
.
But
it
busted
Hooligan
’
s
spirit
.
He
jus
’
cried
an
’
cried
,
an
’
moped
aroun
’
an
’
got
sick
.
Hurt
his
feelin
’
s
so
bad
.
Cut
his
wrists
with
a
pin
an
’
bled
to
death
’
cause
his
feelin
’
s
was
hurt
.
No
harm
in
’
im
at
all
.
They
’
s
all
kinds
a
screwballs
in
stir
.
»
«
Don
’
talk
about
it
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
I
knowed
Purty
Boy
Floyd
’
s
ma
.
He
wan
’
t
a
bad
boy
.
Jus
’
got
drove
in
a
corner
.
»
The
sun
moved
up
toward
noon
and
the
shadow
of
the
truck
grew
lean
and
moved
in
under
the
wheels
.
«
Mus
’
be
Pixley
up
the
road
,
"
Al
said
.
«
Seen
a
sign
a
little
back
.
»
They
drove
into
the
little
town
and
turned
eastward
on
a
narrower
road
.
And
the
orchards
lined
the
way
and
made
an
aisle
.
«
Hope
we
can
find
her
easy
,
"
Tom
said
.
Ma
said
,
«
That
fella
said
the
Hooper
ranch
.
Said
anybody
’
d
tell
us
.
Hope
they
’
s
a
store
near
by
.
Might
get
some
credit
,
with
four
men
workin
’
.
I
could
get
a
real
nice
supper
if
they
’
d
gimme
some
credit
.
Make
up
a
big
stew
maybe
.
»
