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Chapter 6
Casysaid,"IfIwasstillapreacherI’dsaythearmoftheLordhadstruck.ButnowIdon’tknowwhathappened.Ibeenaway.Ididn’thearnothin’."Theywalkedtowardtheconcretewell-cap,walkedthroughcottonplantstogettoit,andthebollswereformingonthecotton,andthelandwascultivated.
"Weneverplantedhere,"Joadsaid."Wealwayskeptthisclear.Why,youcan’tgetahorseinnowwithouthetrompsthecotton."Theypausedatthedrywateringtrough,andtheproperweedsthatshouldgrowunderatroughweregoneandtheoldthickwoodofthetroughwasdryandcracked.Onthewell-captheboltsthathadheldthepumpstuckup,theirthreadsrustyandthenutsgone.Joadlookedintothetubeofthewellandlistened.Hedroppedacloddownthewellandlistened."Shewasagoodwell,"hesaid."Ican’thearwater."Heseemedreluctanttogotothehouse.Hedroppedclodaftercloddownthewell."Maybethey’realldead,"hesaid."Butsomebody’datoldme.I’dagotwordsomeway."
"Maybetheyleftaletterorsomethingtotellinthehouse.Wouldtheyofknowedyouwascomin’out?"
"Idon’know,"saidJoad."No,Iguessnot.Ididn’tknowmyselftillaweekago."
"Le’slookinthehouse.She’sallpushedoutashape.Somethingknockedthehelloutofher."Theywalkedslowlytowardthesagginghouse.Twoofthesupportsoftheporchroofwerepushedoutsothattherooffloppeddownononeend.Andthehouse-cornerwascrushedin.
