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Fella
’
d
have
to
live
here
a
long
time
to
know
.
»
«
Which
way
we
a
-
goin
’
?
»
Tom
asked
.
«
I
dunno
.
Al
,
he
turned
off
lef
’
.
Seems
like
he
’
s
goin
’
back
the
way
we
come
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
I
can
’
t
figger
what
’
s
best
.
Seems
like
if
we
get
on
the
main
highway
they
’
ll
be
more
cops
.
With
my
face
this
-
a
-
way
,
they
’
d
pick
me
right
up
.
Maybe
we
oughta
keep
to
back
roads
.
»
Ma
said
,
«
Hammer
on
the
back
.
Get
Al
to
stop
.
»
Tom
pounded
the
front
board
with
his
fist
;
the
truck
pulled
to
a
stop
on
the
side
of
the
road
.
Al
got
out
and
walked
to
the
back
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
peeked
out
from
under
their
blanket
.
«
What
ya
want
?
»
Al
demanded
.
Ma
said
,
«
We
got
to
figger
what
to
do
.
Maybe
we
better
keep
on
the
back
roads
.
Tom
says
so
.
»
«
It
’
s
my
face
,
"
Tom
added
.
«
Anybody
’
d
know
.
Any
cop
’
d
know
me
.
»
«
Well
,
which
way
you
wanta
go
?
I
figgered
north
.
We
been
south
.
»
«
Yeah
,
"
said
Tom
,
«
but
keep
on
back
roads
.
»
Al
asked
,
«
How
’
bout
pullin
’
off
an
’
catchin
’
some
sleep
,
goin
’
on
tomorra
?
»
Ma
said
quickly
.
«
Not
yet
.
Le
’
s
get
some
distance
fust
.
»
«
O
.
K
.
»
Al
got
back
in
his
seat
and
drove
on
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
covered
up
their
heads
again
.
Ma
called
,
«
Is
Winfiel
’
all
right
?
»
