THE JOAD FAMILY MOVED slowly westward, up into the mountains of New Mexico, past the pinnacles and pyramids of the upland. They climbed into the high country of Arizona, and through a gap they looked down on the Painted Desert. A border guard stopped them.
“Where you going?”
“To California,” said Tom.
“How long you plan to be in Arizona?”
“No longer’n we can get acrost her.”
“Got any plants?”
“No plants.”
“I ought to look your stuff over.”
“I tell you we ain’t got no plants.”
The guard put a little sticker on the windshield.