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Chapter 6
Joadlookedupanddidnotstopgnawingthemeat."Yeah?"hesaid,aroundamouthful.
"Tommy,youain’tmadwithmetalkin’aboutkillin’people?Youain’thuffy,Tom?"
"No,"saidTom."Iain’thuffy.It’sjustsomepinthathappened."
"Ever’bodyknoweditwasnofaultofyours,"saidMuley."Ol’manTurnbullsaidhewasgonnagetyouwhenyacomeout.Saysnobodycankilloneahisboys.Allthefolkshereaboutstalkedhimoutait,though."
"Wewasdrunk,"Joadsaidsoftly."Drunkatadance.Idon’knowhowshestarted.An’thenIfeltthatknifegoinme,an’thatsoberedmeup.FustthingIseeisHerbcomin’formeagainwithhisknife.Theywasthishereshovelleanin’againsttheschoolhouse,soIgrabbeditan’smacked’imoverthehead.IneverhadnothingagainstHerb.Hewasanicefella.Comea-bullin’aftermysisterRosasharnwhenhewasalittlefella.No,IlikedHerb."
"Well,ever’bodytol’hispathat,an’finallycooled’imdown.Somebodysaysthey’sHatfieldbloodonhismother’ssideinol’Turnbull,an’he’sgottoliveuptoit.Idon’tknowaboutthat.Himan’hisfolkswentontoCaliforniasixmonthsago."
Joadtookthelastoftherabbitfromthewireandpasseditaround.Hesettledbackandatemoreslowlynow,chewedevenly,andwipedthegreasefromhismouthwithhissleeve.Andhiseyes,darkandhalfclosed,broodedashelookedintothedyingfire."Ever’body’sgoin’west,"hesaid."Igotmeaparoletokeep.Can’tleavethestate."
