“See?” said Floyd.
“Yeah, I see. But two hunderd miles, Jesus!”
“Well, you ain’t settlin’ down no place for a while. Might’s well make up your mind to that.”
“We better go,” Al said.
Tom asked, “When is they gonna be work aroun’ here?”
“Well, in a month the cotton’ll start. If you got plenty money you can wait for the cotton.”
Tom said, “Ma ain’t a-gonna wanta move. She’s all tar’d out.”
Floyd shrugged his shoulders. “I ain’t a-tryin’ to push ya north.
Suit yaself. I jus’ tol’ ya what I heard.” He picked the oily gasket from the running board and fitted it carefully on the block and pressed it down. “Now,” he said to Al, “’f you want to give me a han’ with that engine head.”
Tom watched while they set the heavy head gently down over the head bolts and dropped it evenly. “Have to talk about it.” he said.