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Chapter 18
That’saLan’andCattleCompany.An’iftheydon’twanttaworkher,sheain’tgonnagitworked.Yougointherean’plantyoualittlecorn,an’you’llgotojail!"
"Goodlan’,yousay?An’theyain’tworkin’her?"
"Yes,sir.Goodlan’an’theyain’t!Well,sir,that’llgetyoualittlemad,butyouain’tseennothin’.Peoplegonnahavealookintheireye.Theygonnalookatyouan’theirfacesays,’Idon’tlikeyou,youson-of-a-bitch.’Gonnabedeputysheriffs,an’they’llpushyouaroun’.Youcampontheroadside,an’they’llmoveyouon.Yougonnaseeinpeople’sfacehowtheyhateyou.An’—I’lltellyousomepin.Theyhateyou’causethey’rescairt.Theyknowahungryfellagonnagetfoodevenifhegottotakeit.Theyknowthatfallowlan’sasinan’somebody’gonnatakeit.Whatthehell!Youneverbeencalled’Okie’yet."
Tomsaid,"Okie?What’sthat?"
"Well,Okieuse’tameanyouwasfromOklahoma.Nowitmeansyou’readirtyson-of-a-bitch.Okiemeansyou’rescum.Don’tmeannothingitself,it’sthewaytheysayit.ButIcan’ttellyounothin’.Yougottogothere.Ihearthere’sthreehunderdthousan’ofourpeoplethere—an’livin’likehogs,’causeever’thinginCaliforniaisowned.Theyain’tnothin’left.An’thempeoplethatownsitisgonnahangontoitiftheygottakillever’bodyintheworl’todoit.An’they’rescairt,an’thatmakes’emmad.Yougottoseeit.Yougottohearit.
