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«
Sure
,
he
’
s
awright
,
"
Ruthie
said
.
«
He
been
sleepin
’
.
»
Ma
leaned
back
against
the
truck
side
.
«
Gives
ya
a
funny
feelin
’
to
be
hunted
like
.
I
’
m
gittin
’
mean
.
»
«
Ever
’
body
’
s
gittin
’
mean
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
Ever
’
body
.
You
seen
that
fight
today
.
Fella
changes
.
Down
that
gov
’
ment
camp
we
wasn
’
mean
.
»
Al
turned
right
on
a
graveled
road
,
and
the
yellow
lights
shuddered
over
the
ground
.
The
fruit
trees
were
gone
now
,
and
cotton
plants
took
their
place
.
They
drove
on
for
twenty
miles
through
the
cotton
,
turning
,
angling
on
the
country
roads
.
The
road
paralleled
a
bushy
creek
and
turned
over
a
concrete
bridge
and
followed
the
stream
on
the
other
side
.
And
then
,
on
the
edge
of
the
creek
the
lights
showed
a
long
line
of
red
boxcars
,
wheelless
;
and
a
big
sign
on
the
edge
of
the
road
said
,
«
Cotton
Pickers
wanted
.
»
Al
slowed
down
.
Tom
peered
between
the
side
-
bars
of
the
truck
.
A
quarter
of
a
mile
past
the
boxcars
Tom
hammered
on
the
car
again
.
Al
stopped
beside
the
road
and
got
out
again
.
«
Now
what
ya
want
?
»
«
Shut
off
the
engine
an
’
climb
up
here
,
"
Tom
said
.
Al
got
into
the
seat
,
drove
off
into
the
ditch
,
cut
lights
and
engine
.
He
climbed
over
the
tail
gate
.
«
Awright
,
"
he
said
.
Tom
crawled
over
the
pots
and
knelt
in
front
of
Ma
.
«
Look
,
"
he
said
.
«
It
says
they
want
cotton
pickers
.
I
seen
that
sign
.
Now
I
been
tryin
’
to
figger
how
I
’
m
gonna
stay
with
you
,
an
’
not
make
no
trouble
.
When
my
face
gets
well
,
maybe
it
’
ll
be
awright
,
but
not
now
.
Ya
see
them
cars
back
there
.
Well
,
the
pickers
live
in
them
.
Now
maybe
they
’
s
work
there
.
How
about
if
you
get
work
there
an
’
live
in
one
of
them
cars
?
»
«
How
’
bout
you
?
»
Ma
demanded
.
«
Well
,
you
seen
that
crick
,
all
full
a
brush
.
Well
,
I
could
hide
in
that
brush
an
’
keep
outa
sight
.
An
’
at
night
you
could
bring
me
out
somepin
to
eat
.
I
seen
a
culvert
,
little
ways
back
.
I
could
maybe
sleep
in
there
.
»
Pa
said
,
«
By
God
,
I
’
d
like
to
get
my
hands
on
some
cotton
!
There
’
s
work
I
un
’
erstan
’
.
»
«
Them
cars
might
be
a
purty
place
to
stay
,
"
said
Ma
.
«
Nice
an
’
dry
.
You
think
they
’
s
enough
brush
to
hide
in
,
Tom
?
»
