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Chapter 8
Hisstiffjeans,withthebottomsturnedupeightinchestoshowhisheeledboots,histhree-inchbeltwithcopperfiguresonit,eventheredarmbandsonhisblueshirtandtherakishangleofhisStetsonhatcouldnotbuildhimuptohisbrother’sstature;forhisbrotherhadkilledaman,andnoonewouldeverforgetit.Alknewthatevenhehadinspiredsomeadmirationamongboysofhisownagebecausehisbrotherhadkilledaman.HehadheardinSallisawhowhewaspointedout:"That’sAlJoad.Hisbrotherkilledafellawithashovel."
AndnowAl,movinghumblynear,sawthathisbrotherwasnotaswaggererashehadsupposed.Alsawthedarkbroodingeyesofhisbrother,andtheprisoncalm,thesmoothhardfacetrainedtoindicatenothingtoaprisonguard,neitherresistancenorslavishness.AndinstantlyAlchanged.Unconsciouslyhebecamelikehisbrother,andhishandsomefacebrooded,andhisshouldersrelaxed.Hehadn’trememberedhowTomwas.
Tomsaid,"Hello.Jesus,you’regrowin’likeabean!Iwouldn’tofknowedyou."
Al,hishandreadyifTomshouldwanttoshakeit,grinnedself-consciously.TomstuckouthishandandAl’shandjerkedouttomeetit.Andtherewaslikingbetweenthesetwo."Theytellmeyou’reagoodhandwithatruck,"saidTom.
AndAl,sensingthathisbrotherwouldnotlikeaboaster,said,"Idon’tknownothin’muchaboutit."Pasaid,"Beensmart-aleckingaroun’thecountry.Youlookworeout.Well,yougottotakealoadofstuffintoSallisawtosell."AllookedathisbrotherTom
