A powerful, big-stomached man came into the bunkhouse. — John Steinbeck

You watch your place, nigger. I could get you strung up on a tree so easy, it ain't even funny.

Well, God knows he don't need any brains to buck barley bags. But don't you try to put nothing over, Milton. I got my eye on you.

His ear heard more than is said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.