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Chapter 28
Ibeenthinkin’ahellofalot,thinkin’aboutourpeoplelivin’likepigs,an’thegoodrichlan’layin’fallow,ormaybeonefellawithamillionacres,whileahunderdthousan’goodfarmersisstarvin’.An’Ibeenwonderin’ifallourfolksgottogetheran’yelled,likethemfellasyelled,onlyafewof’emattheHooperranch—"
Masaid,«Tom,they’lldriveyou,an’cutyoudownliketheydonetoyoungFloyd.»
«Theygonnadrivemeanyways.Theydrivin’allourpeople.»
«Youdon’taimtokillnobody,Tom?»
«No.Ibeenthinkin’,longasI’maoutlawanyways,maybeIcould—Hell,Iain’tthoughtitoutclear,Ma.Don’worrymenow.Don’worryme.»
Theysatsilentinthecoal-blackcaveofvines.Masaid,«How’mIgonnaknow’boutyou?Theymightkillyaan’Iwouldn’know.Theymighthurtya.How’mIgonnaknow?»
Tomlaugheduneasily,«Well,maybelikeCasysays,afellaain’tgotasoulofhisown,buton’yapieceofabigone—an’then—"
«Thenwhat,Tom?»
«Thenitdon’matter.ThenI’llbeallaroun’inthedark.I’llbeever’where—whereveryoulook.Whereverthey’safightsohungrypeoplecaneat,I’llbethere.Whereverthey’sacopbeatin’upaguy,I’llbethere.IfCasyknowed,why,I’llbeinthewayguysyellwhenthey’remadan’—I’llbeinthewaykidslaughwhenthey’rehungryan’theyknowsupper’sready.An’whenourfolkseatthestufftheyraisean’liveinthehousestheybuild—why,I’llbethere.
