Next year quite a little squad o' truck farmers moved into the bend just below, an' we got together and talked it over and agreed to stand by.

We planted two more o' them, and they got one on us.

They control the courts, and so we have got to fight.

They've got a judge that suits 'em now, and this year will be hot--it will, sure." Dan'l Pratt smoked for a full minute before he said: "You didn't write nothin' of this, Jake." Jake grinned.

"I didn't want to disappoint you, Dan.