The last rains lifted the corn quickly and scattered weed colonies and grass along to the sides of the roads so the gray country and the dark red country began to dissapear under a green cover.
He was a heavy man,broad in the shoulders thick in the stomach,his face was red and his eyes blue long and slitted from having squinted at sharp light.
Outside the seated man stood up and looked over the cowl of the truck and watched the restaurant for a moment.In the restaurant the truck driver paid his bill and put his 2 nickels change in a slot machine.
Joad was silent,looking into the distance ahead,along the road,along the white road that waved gently,like a ground swell.
The truck drifted to a stop where a dirt road opened at right angles to the highway. Joad got out and stood beside the cab window.
"Thanks for the lift", he said."So long".For a moment the driver stared after him,and then he called "Luck!" Joad waved his hand without looking around.Then the motor roared up and the gears clicked and then the great red truck rolled heavily away.