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Chapter 6
JoadlookedwhereCasy’sfingerpointed."Comin’afoot,"hesaid."Can’tsee’imforthedustheraises.Whothehell’scomin’here?"Theywatchedthefigureapproachingintheeveninglight,andthedustitraisedwasreddenedbythesettingsun."Man,"saidJoad.Themandrewcloser,andashewalkedpastthebarn,Joadsaid,"Why,Iknowhim.Youknowhim—that’sMuleyGraves."Andhecalled,"Hey,Muley!Howya?"
Theapproachingmanstopped,startledbythecall,andthenhecameonquickly.Hewasaleanman,rathershort.Hismovementswerejerkyandquick.Hecarriedagunnysackinhishand.Hisbluejeanswerepaleatkneeandseat,andheworeanoldblacksuitcoat,stainedandspotted,thesleevestornloosefromtheshouldersinback,andraggedholeswornthroughattheelbows.Hisblackhatwasasstainedashiscoat,andtheband,tornhalffree,floppedupanddownashewalked.Muley’sfacewassmoothandunwrinkled,butitworethetruculentlookofabadchild’s,themouthheldtightandsmall,thelittleeyeshalfscowling,halfpetulant.
"YourememberMuley,"Joadsaidsoftlytothepreacher.
"Who’sthat?"theadvancingmancalled.Joaddidnotanswer.Muleycameclose,veryclose,beforehemadeoutthefaces."Well,I’llbedamned,"hesaid."It’sTommyJoad.When’dyougetout,Tommy?"
"Twodaysago,"saidJoad."Tookalittletimetohitchhikehome.An’lookherewhatIfind.
