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           "Timesarechanged,don’tyouknow?Thinkingaboutstufflikethatdon’tfeedthekids.Getyourthreedollarsaday,feedyourkids.Yougotnocalltoworryaboutanybody’skidsbutyourown.Yougetareputationfortalkinglikethat,andyou’llnevergetthreedollarsaday.Bigshotswon’tgiveyouthreedollarsadayifyouworryaboutanythingbutyourthreedollarsaday."

           "Nearlyahundredpeopleontheroadforyourthreedollars.Wherewillwego?"

           "Andthatremindsme,"thedriversaid,"youbettergetoutsoon.

           I’mgoingthroughthedooryardafterdinner."

           "Youfilledinthewellthismorning."

           "Iknow.Hadtokeepthelinestraight.ButI’mgoingthroughthedooryardafterdinner.Gottokeepthelinesstraight.And—well,youknowJoeDavis,myoldman,soI’lltellyouthis.Igotorderswhereverthere’safamilynotmovedout—ifIhaveanaccident—youknow,gettoocloseandcavethehouseinalittle—well,Imightgetacoupleofdollars.Andmyyoungestkidneverhadnoshoesyet."

           "Ibuiltitwithmyhands.Straightenedoldnailstoputthesheathingon.Raftersarewiredtothestringerswithbalingwire.It’smine.Ibuiltit.Youbumpitdown—I’llbeinthewindowwitharifle.YouevencometoocloseandI’llpotyoulikearabbit."

           "It’snotme.There’snothingIcando.I’lllosemyjobifIdon’tdoit.Andlook—supposeyoukillme?They’lljusthangyou,butlongbeforeyou’rehungthere’llbeanotherguyonthetractor,andhe’llbumpthehousedown.