Oh How Times Are A Changin…

   
                                
                                  THE MAN
                                (irritably)
                         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.

               Muley stands in anger. The two younger men pattern after 
               him.

                                     MULEY
                         You mean get off my own land?

                                     THE MAN
                         Now don't go blaming me. It ain't 
                         *my* fault.

                                       SON
                         Whose fault is it?

                                     THE MAN
                         You know who owns the land--the 
                         Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.

                                     MULEY
                         Who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle 
                         Comp'ny?

                                     THE MAN
                         It ain't nobody. It's a company.

                                       SON
                         They got a pres'dent, ain't they? 
                         They got somebody that knows what a 
                         shotgun's for, ain't they?

                                     THE MAN
                         But it ain't *his* fault, because 
                         the *bank* tells him what to do.

                                      SON
                                   (angrily)
                         All right. Where's the bank?

                                     THE MAN
                                   (fretfully)
                         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!

                                     MULEY
                                  (bewildered)
                         Then who *do* we shoot?
How is it that people have forgotten the cause and effects that bring us to these times?