“Aim to,” said Tom.
“Well—tell the folks in there how it is, Tom. Tell ’em they’re starvin’ us an’ stabbin’ theirself in the back. ’Cause sure as cowflops she’ll drop to two an’ a half jus’ as soon as they clear us out.”
“I’ll tell ’em,” said Tom. “I don’ know how. Never seen so many guys with guns. Don’ know if they’ll even let a fella talk. An’ folks don’ pass no time of day. They jus’ hang down their heads an’ won’t even give a fella a howdy.”
“Try an’ tell ’em, Tom. They’ll get two an’ a half, jus’ the minute we’re gone. You know what two an’ a half is—that’s one ton of peaches picked an’ carried for a dollar.” He dropped his head. “Noyou can’t do it. You can’t get your food for that. Can’t eat for that.”
“I’ll try to get to tell the folks.”
“How’s your ma?”
“Purty good. She liked that gov’ment camp. Baths an’ hot water.”
“Yeah—I heard.”
“It was pretty nice there. Couldn’ find no work, though. Had a leave.”
“I’d like to go to one,” said Casy. “Like to see it. Fella says they ain’t no cops.”