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«
Well
,
I
seen
a
bunch
a
guys
,
but
they
was
so
many
cops
I
didn
’
know
.
Thought
it
was
a
accident
.
»
«
Well
,
you
better
git
along
back
.
»
«
That
’
s
O
.
K
.
with
me
,
mister
.
»
He
swung
about
and
started
back
.
He
walked
quietly
along
the
road
a
hundred
yards
,
and
then
he
stopped
and
listened
.
The
twittering
call
of
a
raccoon
sounded
near
the
irrigation
ditch
and
,
very
far
away
,
the
angry
howl
of
a
tied
dog
.
Tom
sat
down
beside
the
road
and
listened
.
He
heard
the
high
soft
laughter
of
a
night
hawk
and
the
stealthy
movement
of
a
creeping
animal
in
the
stubble
.
He
inspected
the
skyline
in
both
directions
,
dark
frames
both
ways
,
nothing
to
show
against
.
Now
he
stood
up
and
walked
slowly
to
the
right
of
the
road
,
off
into
the
stubble
field
,
and
he
walked
bent
down
,
nearly
as
low
as
the
haycocks
.
He
moved
slowly
and
stopped
occasionally
to
listen
.
At
last
he
came
to
the
wire
fence
,
five
strands
of
taut
barbed
wire
.
Beside
the
fence
he
lay
on
his
back
,
moved
his
head
under
the
lowest
strand
,
held
the
wire
up
with
his
hands
and
slid
himself
under
,
pushing
against
the
ground
with
his
feet
.
He
was
about
to
get
up
when
a
group
of
men
walked
by
on
the
edge
of
the
highway
.
Tom
waited
until
they
were
far
ahead
before
he
stood
up
and
followed
them
.
He
watched
the
side
of
the
road
for
tents
.
A
few
automobiles
went
by
.
A
stream
cut
across
the
fields
,
and
the
highway
crossed
it
on
a
small
concrete
bridge
.
Tom
looked
over
the
side
of
the
bridge
.
In
the
bottom
of
the
deep
ravine
he
saw
a
tent
and
a
lantern
was
burning
inside
.
He
watched
it
for
a
moment
,
saw
the
shadows
of
people
against
the
canvas
walls
.
Tom
climbed
a
fence
and
moved
down
into
the
ravine
through
brush
and
dwarf
willows
;
and
in
the
bottom
,
beside
a
tiny
stream
,
he
found
a
trail
.
A
man
sat
on
a
box
in
front
of
the
tent
.
«
Evenin
’
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
Who
are
you
?
»
«
Well
—
I
guess
,
well
—
I
’
m
jus
’
goin
’
past
.
»
«
Know
anybody
here
?
»
«
No
.
I
tell
you
I
was
jus
’
goin
’
past
.
»
A
head
stuck
out
of
the
tent
.
A
voice
said
,
«
What
’
s
the
matter
?
»
