"It’s mine. I built it. You bump it down – I’ll be in the window with a rifle. You even come too close and I’ll pot you like a rabbit."
"It’s not me. There’s nothing I can do. I’ll lose my job if I don’t do it. And look – suppose you kill me? They’ll just hang you, but long before you’re hung there’ll be another guy on the tractor, and he’ll bump the house down. You’re not killing the right guy."
"That’s so," the tenant said. "Who gave you orders? I’ll go after him. He’s the one to kill."
"You’re wrong. He got his orders from the bank. The bank told him, ‘Clear those people out or it’s your job.’"
"Well, there’s a president of the bank. There’s a board of directors. I’ll fill up the magazine of the rifle and go into the bank."
The driver said, "Fellow was telling me the bank gets orders from the East. The orders were, ‘Make the land show profit or we’ll close you up.’"
"But where does it stop? Who can we shoot? I don’t aim to starve to death before I kill the man that’s starving me."
"I don’t know. Maybe there’s nobody to shoot. Maybe the thing isn’t men at all."
– John Steinbeck