The rain stopped. On the fields the water stood, reflecting the gray sky, and the land whispered with moving water. And the men came out of the barns, out of the sheds. They squatted on their hams and looked out over the flooded land. And they were silent. And sometimes they talked very quietly. No work till spring. No work. And if no work—no money, no food. Fella had a team of horses, had to use ‘em to plow an’ cultivate an’ mow, wouldn’ think a turnin’ ‘em out to starve when they wasn’t workin’. Them’s horses—we’re men. The women watched the men, watched to see whether the break had come at
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