Well, what you ding this kind of work for–against your own people?””Three dollars a day. I got damn sick of creeping for my dinner–and not getting it. I got a wife and kids. We got to eat. Three dollars a day and it comes every day.””But for your three dollars a day fifteen or twenty families can’t eat at all. Nearly a hundred people have to go and wander on the roads for your three dollars a day. Is that right?””Can’t think of that. Got to think of my own kids.”***”Nearly a hundred people on the road for your three dollars. Where will we go?””And that reminds me, you better get out soon. I’m going through the dooryard after dinner…I got orders wherever there’s a family not moved out–if I have an accident–you know, get too close and cave in the house a little–well, I might get a couple of dollars. And my youngest kid never had no shoes yet.””I built this with my hands…It’s mine. I built it. You bump it down–I’ll be in the window with a rifle…””It’s not me. There’s nothing I can do. I’ll lose my job if I don’t do it. And look–suppose you kill me? They’ll just hang you, but not long before you’re hung there’ll be another guy on the tractor, and he’ll bump the house down. You’re not killing the right guy.”***Across the dooryard the tractor cut, and the hard, foot-beaten ground was seeded field, and the tractor cut through again; the uncut space was ten feet wide. And back he came. The iron guard bit into the house-corner, crumbled the wall and wrenched the house from its foundation so that it fell sideways,crushed like a bug…The tenant man stared after [the tractor], his rifle in his hand. His wife beside him, and the quiet children behind. And all of them stared after the tractor.
Well, what you ding this kind of work for–against your own people?””Three dollars a day. I got damn sick of creeping for my dinner–and not getting it. I got a wife and kids. We got to eat. Three dollars a day and it comes every day.””But for your three dollars a day fifteen or twenty families can’t eat at all. Nearly a hundred people have to go and wander on the roads for your three dollars a day. Is that right?””Can’t think of that. Got to think of my own kids.”***”Nearly a hundred people on the road for your three dollars. Where will we go?””And that reminds me, you better get out soon. I’m going through the dooryard after dinner…I got orders wherever there’s a family not moved out–if I have an accident–you know, get too close and cave in the house a little–well, I might get a couple of dollars. And my youngest kid never had no shoes yet.””I built this with my hands…It’s mine. I built it. You bump it down–I’ll be in the window with a rifle…””It’s not me. There’s nothing I can do. I’ll lose my job if I don’t do it. And look–suppose you kill me? They’ll just hang you, but not long before you’re hung there’ll be another guy on the tractor, and he’ll bump the house down. You’re not killing the right guy.”***Across the dooryard the tractor cut, and the hard, foot-beaten ground was seeded field, and the tractor cut through again; the uncut space was ten feet wide. And back he came. The iron guard bit into the house-corner, crumbled the wall and wrenched the house from its foundation so that it fell sideways,crushed like a bug…The tenant man stared after [the tractor], his rifle in his hand. His wife beside him, and the quiet children behind. And all of them stared after the tractor.
