fact of the matter, muley, after what them dusters done to the land, the tenant system don't work no more. it don't even break even, much less show a profit. one man on a tractor can handle twelve or fourteen of these places. you just pay him a wage and take *all* the crop.
i can't help that. all i know is i got my orders. they told me to tell you you got to get off, and that's what i'm telling you.
now don't go blaming me. it ain't *my* fault.
you know who owns the land--the shawnee land and cattle company.
it ain't nobody. it's a company.
but it ain't *his* fault, because the *bank* tells him what to do.
tulsa. but what's the use of picking on him? he ain't anything but the manager, and half crazy hisself, trying to keep up with his orders from the east!
brother, i don't know. if i did i'd tell you. but i just don't know *who's* to blame!