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           "Yeah,"saidLondonsuspiciously."I’mtheelectedboss."

           SamcameinandtookhisplacejustbehindLondon,hisfacedarkandsullen.Macsquatteddownonhishaunchesandbalancedhimselfwithhisfingers.Thenewcomersmiled.Histeethwerewhiteandeven."Myname’sBolter,"hesaidsimply."Iownabigorchard.I’mthenewpresidentoftheFruitGrowers’Associationofthisvalley."

           "Sowhat?"saidLondon."GotagoodjobformeifI’llsellout?"

           ThesmiledidnotleaveBolter’sface,buthisclean,pinkhandsclosedgentlyathissides."Let’strytogetabetterstartthanthat,"hebegged."ItoldyouIwasthenewpresident.Thatmeansthere’sachangeinpolicy.Idon’tbelieveindoingthingsthewaytheywerebeingdone."WhilehespokeMaclookednotatBolter,butatLondon.

           SomeoftheangerleftLondon’sface."Whatyougottosay?"heasked."Spillitout."

           Bolterlookedaroundforsomethingtositon,andsawnothing.Hesaid,"Inevercouldseehowtwomencouldgetanythingdonebygrowlingateachother.I’vealwayshadanideathatnomatterhowmadmenwere,iftheycouldonlygettogetherwithatablebetweenthem,somethinggoodwouldcomeoutofit."

           Londonsnickered."Weain’tgotatable."

           "YouknowwhatImean,"Boltercontinued."EverybodyintheAssociationsaidyoumenwouldn’tlistentoreason,butItoldthemIknowAmericanworkingmen.GiveAmericanworkingmensomethingreasonabletolistento,andthey’lllisten."