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Chapter 8
IfAlgetsbackfromhissquirtin’aroun’,Ifiggeredhecouldloadthetruckan’takeallofitin,an’maybewecouldstartouttomorraordayafter.Weain’tgotsomuchmoney,an’afellasaysit’sdamnneartwothousan’milestoCalifornia.Quickerwegetstarted,sureritiswegetthere.Money’sa-dribblin’outallthetime.Yougotanymoney?"
"On’yacoupledollars.How’dyougetmoney?"
"Well,"saidPa,"wesol’allthestuffatourplace,an’thewholebunchofuschoppedcotton,evenGrampa."
"Suredid,"saidGrampa.
"Weputever’thingtogether—twohunderddollars.Wegiveseventy-fiveforthisheretruck,an’mean’Alcutherintwoan’builtonthishereback.Alwasgonnagrindthevalves,buthe’stoobusymessin’aroun’togetdowntoher.We’llhavemaybeahunderdan’fiftywhenwestart.Damnol’tiresonthistruckain’tgonnagofar.Gotacoupleofworeoutspares.Pickstuffupalongtheroad,Iguess."
Thesun,drivingstraightdown,stungwithitsrays.Theshadowsofthetruckbedweredarkbarsontheground,andthetrucksmelledofhotoilandoilclothandpaint.Thefewchickenshadlefttheyardtohideinthetoolshedfromthesun.Inthestythepigslaypanting,closetothefencewhereathinshadowfell,andtheycomplainedshrillynowandthen.Thetwodogswerestretchedinthereddustunderthetruck,panting,theirdrippingtonguescoveredwithdust.Papulledhishatlowoverhiseyesandsquatteddownonhishams.
