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All
plants
were
individuals
,
not
the
mass
of
crop
;
and
the
ragged
willow
tree
was
itself
,
standing
free
of
all
other
willow
trees
.
The
earth
contributed
a
light
to
the
evening
.
The
front
of
the
gray
,
paintless
house
,
facing
the
west
,
was
luminous
as
the
moon
is
.
The
gray
dusty
truck
,
in
the
yard
before
the
door
,
stood
out
magically
in
this
light
,
in
the
overdrawn
perspective
of
a
stereopticon
.
The
people
too
were
changed
in
the
evening
,
quieted
.
They
seemed
to
be
a
part
of
an
organization
of
the
unconscious
.
They
obeyed
impulses
which
registered
only
faintly
in
their
thinking
minds
.
Their
eyes
were
inward
and
quiet
,
and
their
eyes
,
too
,
were
lucent
in
the
evening
,
lucent
in
dusty
faces
.
The
family
met
at
the
most
important
place
,
near
the
truck
.
The
house
was
dead
,
and
the
fields
were
dead
;
but
this
truck
was
the
active
thing
,
the
living
principle
.
The
ancient
Hudson
,
with
bent
and
scarred
radiator
screen
,
with
grease
in
dusty
globules
at
the
worn
edge
of
every
moving
part
,
with
hub
caps
gone
and
caps
of
red
dust
in
their
places
—
this
was
the
new
hearth
,
the
living
center
of
the
family
;
half
passenger
car
and
half
truck
,
high
-
sided
and
clumsy
.
Pa
walked
around
the
truck
,
looking
at
it
,
and
then
he
squatted
down
in
the
dust
and
found
a
stick
to
draw
with
.
One
foot
was
flat
to
the
ground
,
the
other
rested
on
the
ball
and
slightly
back
,
so
that
one
knee
was
higher
than
the
other
.
Left
forearm
rested
on
the
lower
,
left
,
knee
;
the
right
elbow
on
the
right
knee
,
and
the
right
fist
cupped
for
the
chin
.
Pa
squatted
there
,
looking
at
the
truck
,
his
chin
in
his
cupped
fist
.
And
Uncle
John
moved
toward
him
and
squatted
down
beside
him
.
Their
eyes
were
brooding
.
Grampa
came
out
of
the
house
and
saw
the
two
squatting
together
,
and
he
jerked
over
and
sat
on
the
running
board
of
the
truck
,
facing
them
.
That
was
the
nucleus
.
Tom
and
Connie
and
Noah
strolled
in
and
squatted
,
and
the
line
was
a
half
-
circle
with
Grampa
in
the
opening
.
And
then
Ma
came
out
of
the
house
,
and
Granma
with
her
,
and
Rose
of
Sharon
behind
,
walking
daintily
.
They
took
their
places
behind
the
squatting
men
;
they
stood
up
and
put
their
hands
on
their
hips
.
And
the
children
,
Ruthie
and
Winfield
,
hopped
from
foot
to
foot
beside
the
women
;
the
children
squidged
their
toes
in
the
red
dust
,
but
they
made
no
sound
.
Only
the
preacher
was
not
there
.
He
,
out
of
delicacy
,
was
sitting
on
the
ground
behind
the
house
.
He
was
a
good
preacher
and
knew
his
people
.
The
evening
light
grew
softer
,
and
for
a
while
the
family
sat
and
stood
silently
.
Then
Pa
,
speaking
to
no
one
,
but
to
the
group
,
made
his
report
.
"
Got
skinned
on
the
stuff
we
sold
.
The
fella
knowed
we
couldn
’
t
wait
.
Got
eighteen
dollars
only
.
"
Ma
stirred
restively
,
but
she
held
her
peace
.
Noah
,
the
oldest
son
,
asked
,
"
How
much
,
all
added
up
,
we
got
?
"
Pa
drew
figures
in
the
dust
and
mumbled
to
himself
for
a
moment
.
"
Hundred
fifty
-
four
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
Al
here
says
we
gonna
need
better
tires
.
Says
these
here
won
’
t
last
.
"
This
was
Al
’
s
first
participation
in
the
conference
.
Always
he
had
stood
behind
with
the
women
before
.
And
now
he
made
his
report
solemnly
.
"
She
’
s
old
an
’
she
’
s
ornery
,
"
he
said
gravely
.
"
I
gave
the
whole
thing
a
good
goin
’
-
over
’
fore
we
bought
her
.
Didn
’
listen
to
the
fella
talkin
’
what
a
hell
of
a
bargain
she
was
.
Stuck
my
finger
in
the
differential
and
they
wasn
’
t
no
sawdust
.
Opened
the
gear
box
an
’
they
wasn
’
t
no
sawdust
.
Test
’
her
clutch
an
’
rolled
her
wheels
for
line
.
Went
under
her
an
’
her
frame
ain
’
t
splayed
none
.
She
never
been
rolled
.
Seen
they
was
a
cracked
cell
in
her
battery
an
’
made
the
fella
put
in
a
good
one
.
The
tires
ain
’
t
worth
a
damn
,
but
they
’
re
a
good
size
.
Easy
to
get
.
She
’
ll
ride
like
a
bull
calf
,
but
she
ain
’
t
shootin
’
no
oil
.
Reason
I
says
buy
her
is
she
was
a
pop
’
lar
car
.
Wreckin
’
yards
is
full
a
Hudson
Super
-
Sixes
,
an
’
you
can
buy
parts
cheap
.
Could
a
got
a
bigger
,
fancier
car
for
the
same
money
,
but
parts
too
hard
to
get
,
an
’
too
dear
.
That
’
s
how
I
figgered
her
anyways
.
"
The
last
was
his
submission
to
the
family
.
He
stopped
speaking
and
waited
for
their
opinions
.
