George stared morosely at the water. The rims of his eyes were red
with sun glare. He said angrily, "We could just as well of rode
clear to the ranch if that bastard bus driver knew what he was talkin'
about. 'Jes' a little stretch down the highway,' he says. 'Jes' a
little stretch.' God damn near four miles, that's what it was!
Didn't wanta stop at the ranch gate, that's what. Too God damn lazy to
pull up. Wonder he isn't too damn good to stop in Soledad at all.
Kicks us out and says 'Jes' a little stretch down the road.' I bet
it was more than four miles. Damn hot day."