“Just what’s the charge, Will?” “There’s two of them. Vagrancy and resisting arrest. But those are just to hold him while I find out if he’s wanted anywhere. My guess is theft someplace.” “We’ll take up the vagrancy first. You guilty, son?” Rambo said he wasn’t. “Do you have a job? Do you have more than ten dollars?” Rambo said he didn’t. “Then there’s no way around it, son. You’re a vagrant. That’ll cost you five days in jail or fifty dollars fine. Which will it be?” “I just told you I don’t have ten, so where the hell would I get fifty?”
