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Joad
grinned
.
"
No
,
I
ain
’
t
.
If
you
wanta
drive
your
head
into
a
pile
a
broken
glass
,
there
ain
’
t
nobody
can
tell
you
different
.
You
know
this
here
preacher
,
don
’
t
you
,
Muley
?
Rev
.
Casy
.
"
"
Why
,
sure
,
sure
.
Didn
’
t
look
over
.
Remember
him
well
.
"
Casy
stood
up
and
the
two
shook
hands
.
"
Glad
to
see
you
again
,
"
said
Muley
.
"
You
ain
’
t
been
aroun
’
for
a
hell
of
a
long
time
.
"
"
I
been
off
a
-
askin
’
questions
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
What
happened
here
?
Why
they
kickin
’
folks
off
the
lan
’
?
"
Muley
’
s
mouth
snapped
shut
so
tightly
that
a
little
parrot
’
s
beak
in
the
middle
of
his
upper
lip
stuck
down
over
his
under
lip
.
He
scowled
.
"
Them
sons
-
a
-
bitches
,
"
he
said
.
"
Them
dirty
sons
-
a
-
bitches
.
I
tell
ya
,
men
,
I
’
m
stayin
’
.
They
ain
’
t
gettin
’
rid
a
me
.
If
they
throw
me
off
,
I
’
ll
come
back
,
an
’
if
they
figger
I
’
ll
be
quiet
underground
,
why
,
I
’
ll
take
couple
-
three
of
the
sons
-
a
-
bitches
along
for
company
.
"
He
patted
a
heavy
weight
in
his
side
coat
pocket
.
"
I
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
.
My
pa
come
here
fifty
years
ago
.
An
’
I
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
.
"
Joad
said
,
"
What
’
s
the
idear
of
kickin
’
the
folks
off
?
"
"
Oh
!
They
talked
pretty
about
it
.
You
know
what
kinda
years
we
been
havin
’
.
Dust
comin
’
up
an
’
spoilin
’
ever
’
thing
so
a
man
didn
’
t
get
enough
crop
to
plug
up
an
ant
’
s
ass
.
An
’
ever
’
body
got
bills
at
the
grocery
.
You
know
how
it
is
.
Well
,
the
folks
that
owns
the
lan
’
says
,
’
We
can
’
t
afford
to
keep
no
tenants
.
’
An
’
they
says
,
’
The
share
a
tenant
gets
is
jus
’
the
margin
a
profit
we
can
’
t
afford
to
lose
.
’
An
’
they
says
,
’
If
we
put
all
our
lan
’
in
one
piece
we
can
jus
’
hardly
make
her
pay
.
’
So
they
tractored
all
the
tenants
off
a
the
lan
’
.
All
’
cept
me
,
an
’
by
God
I
ain
’
t
goin
’
.
Tommy
,
you
know
me
.
You
knowed
me
all
your
life
.
"
"
Damn
right
,
"
said
Joad
,
"
all
my
life
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
I
ain
’
t
a
fool
.
I
know
this
land
ain
’
t
much
good
.
Never
was
much
good
’
cept
for
grazin
’
.
Never
should
a
broke
her
up
.
An
’
now
she
’
s
cottoned
damn
near
to
death
.
If
on
’
y
they
didn
’
t
tell
me
I
got
to
get
off
,
why
,
I
’
d
prob
’
y
be
in
California
right
now
a
-
eatin
’
grapes
an
’
a
-
pickin
’
an
orange
when
I
wanted
.
But
them
sons
-
a
-
bitches
says
I
got
to
get
off
—
an
’
,
Jesus
Christ
,
a
man
can
’
t
,
when
he
’
s
tol
’
to
!
"
"
Sure
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
I
wonder
Pa
went
so
easy
.
I
wonder
Grampa
didn
’
kill
nobody
.
Nobody
never
tol
’
Grampa
where
to
put
his
feet
.
An
’
Ma
ain
’
t
nobody
you
can
push
aroun
’
neither
.
I
seen
her
beat
the
hell
out
of
a
tin
peddler
with
a
live
chicken
one
time
’
cause
he
give
her
a
argument
.
She
had
the
chicken
in
one
han
’
,
an
’
the
ax
in
the
other
,
about
to
cut
its
head
off
.
She
aimed
to
go
for
that
peddler
with
the
ax
,
but
she
forgot
which
hand
was
which
,
an
’
she
takes
after
him
with
the
chicken
.
Couldn
’
even
eat
that
chicken
when
she
got
done
.
They
wasn
’
t
nothing
but
a
pair
a
legs
in
her
han
’
.
