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Chapter 20
Yourbrotherherehe’pedme,an’I’mgivin’youthetip.»
«Yousurethereain’tnoworkhere?»
«Look,Ibeenscourin’aroun’forthreeweeksalloverhell,an’Iain’thadabitawork,notasinglehan’-holt.’Fyouwantalookaroun’an’burnupgaslookin’,why,goahead.Iain’tbeggin’you.Morethatgoes,thelesschanceIgot.»
Tomsaid,«Iain’tfindin’fault.It’sjus’suchahellofalongways.An’wekindahopedwecouldgetworkherean’rentahousetolivein.»
Floydsaidpatiently,«Iknowyajus’gothere.They’sstuffyagottolearn.Ifyou’dletmetellya,it’dsaveyasomepin.Ifyadon’letmetellya,thenyagottolearnthehardway.Youain’tgonnasettledowncausetheyain’tnoworktosettleya.An’yourbellyain’tgonnaletyasettledown.Now—that’sstraight.»
«WishtIcouldlookaroun’first,"Tomsaiduneasily.
Asedandrovethroughthecampandpulledupatthenexttent.Amaninoverallsandablueshirtclimbedout.Floydcalledtohim,«Anyluck?»
«Thereain’tahan’-turnofworkinthewholedarncountry,nottillcottonpickin’.»Andhewentintotheraggedtent.
«See?»saidFloyd.
«Yeah,Isee.Buttwohunderdmiles,Jesus!»
«Well,youain’tsettlin’downnoplaceforawhile.Might’swellmakeupyourmindtothat.»
«Webettergo,"Alsaid.
Tomasked,«Whenistheygonnabeworkaroun’here?»
«Well,inamonththecotton’llstart.Ifyougotplentymoneyyoucanwaitforthecotton.»
