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Christ
,
look
at
’
er
!
Somebody
took
nice
care
of
’
er
.
Cadillacs
,
La
Salles
,
Buicks
,
Plymouths
,
Packards
,
Chevvies
,
Fords
,
Pontiacs
.
Row
on
row
,
headlights
glinting
in
the
afternoon
sun
.
Good
Used
Cars
.
Soften
’
em
up
,
Joe
.
Jesus
,
I
wisht
I
had
a
thousand
jalopies
!
Get
’
em
ready
to
deal
,
an
’
I
’
ll
close
’
em
.
Goin
’
to
California
?
Here
’
s
jus
’
what
you
need
Looks
shot
,
but
they
’
s
thousan
’
s
of
miles
in
her
.
Lined
up
side
by
side
.
Good
Used
Cars
.
Bargains
.
Clean
,
runs
good
.
The
sky
grayed
among
the
stars
,
and
the
pale
,
late
quarter
-
moon
was
insubstantial
and
thin
.
Tom
Joad
and
the
preacher
walked
quickly
along
a
road
that
was
only
wheel
tracks
and
beaten
caterpillar
tracks
through
a
cotton
field
.
Only
the
unbalanced
sky
showed
the
approach
of
dawn
,
no
horizon
to
the
west
,
and
a
line
to
the
east
.
The
two
men
walked
in
silence
and
smelled
the
dust
their
feet
kicked
into
the
air
.
"
I
hope
you
’
re
dead
sure
of
the
way
,
"
Jim
Casy
said
.
"
I
’
d
hate
to
have
the
dawn
come
and
us
be
way
to
hell
an
’
gone
somewhere
.
"
The
cotton
field
scurried
with
waking
life
,
the
quick
flutter
of
morning
birds
feeding
on
the
ground
,
the
scamper
over
the
clods
of
disturbed
rabbits
.
The
quiet
thudding
of
the
men
’
s
feet
in
the
dust
,
the
squeak
of
crushed
clods
under
their
shoes
,
sounded
against
the
secret
noises
of
the
dawn
.
Tom
said
,
"
I
could
shut
my
eyes
an
’
walk
right
there
.
On
’
y
way
I
can
go
wrong
is
think
about
her
.
Jus
’
forget
about
her
,
an
’
I
’
ll
go
right
there
.
Hell
,
man
,
I
was
born
right
aroun
’
in
here
.
I
ran
aroun
’
here
when
I
was
a
kid
.
They
’
s
a
tree
over
there
—
look
,
you
can
jus
’
make
it
out
.
Well
,
once
my
old
man
hung
up
a
dead
coyote
in
that
tree
.
Hung
there
till
it
was
all
sort
of
melted
,
an
’
then
dropped
off
.
Dried
up
,
like
.
Jesus
,
I
hope
Ma
’
s
cookin
’
somepin
.
My
belly
’
s
caved
.
"
"
Me
too
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
Like
a
little
eatin
’
tobacca
?
Keeps
ya
from
gettin
’
too
hungry
.
Been
better
if
we
didn
’
t
start
so
damn
early
.
Better
if
it
was
light
.
"
He
paused
to
gnaw
off
a
piece
of
plug
.
"
I
was
sleepin
’
nice
.
"
