“They was a hell of a lot of
us. We got there an’ they says
they’re payin’ two an’ a half cents.
A fella can’t even eat on that… Lookie,” said Casy. “We tried to camp together, an’ they
druv us like pigs. Scattered us…
They run you in like pigs too.”
“Casy stared
blindly at the light. He breathed
heavily. “Listen,” he said. “You fellas don’ know what you’re doin’. You’re helping starve kids.”….. The heavy man swung the pick
handle. Casey dodged down into the
swing. The heavy club crashed into
the side of his head with a dull crunch of bone, and Casy fell sideways out of
the light. “Jesus, George. I think you killed him.”
