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A shouting hout the audience Men stood, shouted, puer

“A man can’t feed his family on one cent for every pound of cotton he picks You know it and you’re scared You should be scared You kick a dog long enough, he’s going to bite,” Jack said

Two policerabbed Jack and hauled him away

Loreda ran outside, blinking for athe curb, drifted down the street Workers Unite for Change!

Jack lay sprawled on the ground His hat had fallen off and lay beside him

“Jack!” Loreda yelled, running over to hi

“Loreda” He grabbed his hat, crushed it to his head, and stood up, giving her a slow-building s How the hell are you?”

How could he s down from a cut at his temple?

A police siren wailed

“Coh jail tiathered up his flyers, and then pulled her across the street and into a diner

Loreda cli a napkin, she dabbed at the blood at his temple

“Does it give me a rakish look?”

“That’s not funny,” she said

“No It’s not”

“What was all of that about?”