Wilson said, “Seems like it’s my fault. This here goddamn wreck’s give me trouble right along. You folks been nice to us. Now you jus’ pack up an’ get along. Me an’ Sairy’ll stay, an’ we’ll figger some way. We don’t aim to put you folks out none.’’ Pa said slowly, “We ain’t a-gonna do it. No, sir. We got almost a kin bond. Grampa, he died in your tent.’’ Sairy said tiredly, “We been nothin’ but trouble, nothin’ but trouble.’’
