"Sorry! Bah!"
"And just where," cackled Grampaw, loving it, "might y' be goin'?"
"Not far. Right across the river. You can't claim all of this fertile
valley--yet! And you haven't cleared that ground."
He stomped to the door; turned there for one, final warning.
"--and I advise you Moseleys to keep off our land, too! We're goin'
to be mighty busy provin' our right to own this planet. I understand
there's pests around these parts that are darn disturbin'; I'd hate to
make a mistake and shoot any skunks by accident. Come on, Mama!"
Bessie Wilkes looked at Mom. Her worn, tired features sagged piteously.
She wet her lips. "Mrs. Moseley--"