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Chapter 6
Hesaysit’sathingthatstartedwaytohellan’goneback,an’nobodyseemstobeabletostopher,an’nobodygotsenseenoughtochangeher.HesaysforGod’ssakedon’treadaboutherbecausehesaysforonethingyou’lljus’getmessedupworse,an’foranotheryouwon’thavenorespectfortheguysthatworkthegover’ments."
"Iain’tgotahellofalotofrespec’for’emnow,"saidMuley."On’ykindagover’mentwegotthatleansonusfellasisthe’safemarginaprofit.’There’sonethingthatgotmestumped,an’that’sWillyFeeley—drivin’thatcat’,an’gonnabeastrawbossonlan’hisownfolksusedtofarm.Thatworriesme.Icanseehowafellamightcomefromsomeotherplacean’notknownobetter,butWillybelongs.WorriedmesoIwentupto’imandast’im.Rightoffhegotmad.’Igottwolittlekids,’hesays.’Igotawifean’mywife’smother.Thempeoplegottoeat.’Getsmadder’nhell.’Fustan’on’ythingIgottothinkaboutismyownfolks,’hesays.’Whathappenstootherfolksistheirlook-out,’hesays.Seemslikehe’s’shamed,sohegetsmad."
JimCasyhadbeenstaringatthedyingfire,andhiseyeshadgrownwiderandhisneckmusclesstoodhigher.Suddenlyhecried,"Igother!Ifeveramangotadoseofthesperit,Igother.Gotherallofaflash!"Hejumpedtohisfeetandpacedbackandforth,hisheadswinging."Hadatentonetime.Drawedasmuchasfivehundredpeopleever’night.
