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?
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