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The
three
men
on
the
seat
were
glum
as
they
drove
toward
home
over
the
dusty
road
.
Al
,
bending
over
the
wheel
,
kept
shifting
eyes
from
the
road
to
the
instrument
panel
,
watching
the
ammeter
needle
,
which
jerked
suspiciously
,
watching
the
oil
gauge
and
the
heat
indicator
.
And
his
mind
was
cataloguing
weak
points
and
suspicious
things
about
the
car
.
He
listened
to
the
whine
,
which
might
be
the
rear
end
,
dry
;
and
he
listened
to
tappets
lifting
and
falling
.
He
kept
his
hand
on
the
gear
lever
,
feeling
the
turning
gears
through
it
.
And
he
had
let
the
clutch
out
against
the
brake
to
test
for
slipping
clutch
plates
.
He
might
be
a
musking
goat
sometimes
,
but
this
was
his
responsibility
,
this
truck
,
its
running
,
and
its
maintenance
.
If
something
went
wrong
it
would
be
his
fault
,
and
while
no
one
would
say
it
,
everyone
,
and
Al
most
of
all
,
would
know
it
was
his
fault
.
And
so
he
felt
it
,
watched
it
,
and
listened
to
it
.
And
his
face
was
serious
and
responsible
.
And
everyone
respected
him
and
his
responsibility
.
Even
Pa
,
who
was
the
leader
,
would
hold
a
wrench
and
take
orders
from
Al
.
They
were
all
tired
on
the
truck
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
were
tired
from
seeing
too
much
movement
,
too
many
faces
,
from
fighting
to
get
licorice
whips
;
tired
from
the
excitement
of
having
Uncle
John
secretly
slip
gum
into
their
pockets
.
And
the
men
in
the
seat
were
tired
and
angry
and
sad
,
for
they
had
got
eighteen
dollars
for
every
movable
thing
from
the
farm
:
the
horses
,
the
wagon
,
the
implements
,
and
all
the
furniture
from
the
house
.
Eighteen
dollars
.
They
had
assailed
the
buyer
,
argued
;
but
they
were
routed
when
his
interest
seemed
to
flag
and
he
had
told
them
he
didn
’
t
want
the
stuff
at
any
price
.
Then
they
were
beaten
,
believed
him
,
and
took
two
dollars
less
than
he
had
first
offered
.
And
now
they
were
weary
and
frightened
because
they
had
gone
against
a
system
they
did
not
understand
and
it
had
beaten
them
.
They
knew
the
team
and
the
wagon
were
worth
much
more
.
They
knew
the
buyer
man
would
get
much
more
,
but
they
didn
’
t
know
how
to
do
it
.
Merchandising
was
a
secret
to
them
.
Al
,
his
eyes
darting
from
road
to
panel
board
,
said
,
"
That
fella
,
he
ain
’
t
a
local
fella
.
Didn
’
talk
like
a
local
fella
.
Clothes
was
different
,
too
.
"
And
Pa
explained
,
"
When
I
was
in
the
hardware
store
I
talked
to
some
men
I
know
.
They
say
there
’
s
fellas
comin
’
in
jus
’
to
buy
up
the
stuff
us
fellas
got
to
sell
when
we
get
out
.
They
say
these
new
fellas
is
cleaning
up
.
But
there
ain
’
t
nothin
’
we
can
do
about
it
.
Maybe
Tommy
should
of
went
.
Maybe
he
could
of
did
better
.
"
John
said
,
"
But
the
fella
wasn
’
t
gonna
take
it
at
all
.
We
couldn
’
t
haul
it
back
.
"
"
These
men
I
know
told
about
that
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
Said
the
buyer
fellas
always
done
that
.
Scairt
folks
that
way
.
We
jus
’
don
’
t
know
how
to
go
about
stuff
like
that
.
Ma
’
s
gonna
be
disappointed
.
She
’
ll
be
mad
an
’
disappointed
.
"
Al
said
,
"
When
ya
think
we
’
re
gonna
go
,
Pa
?
"
