Аннотация
Elmore Leonard
Mr. Majestyk
1
This morning they were here for the melons: about sixty of them waiting patiently by the two stake trucks and the old blue-painted school bus. Most of them, including the few women here, were Chicano migrants, who had arrived in their old junk cars that were parked in a line behind the trucks. Others, the Valley Agricultural Workers Association had brought out from Phoenix, dropping them off at 5:30 A.M. on the outskirts of Edna, where the state road came out of the desert to cross the U.S. highway. The growers and the farm workers called it Junction. There was an Enco gas station on the corner, then a storefront with a big V.A.W.A. sign in the window that was the farm labor hiring hall-closed until next season-and then a cafe-bar with a red neon sign that said beer-wine. The rest of the storefronts in the block were empty-dark, gutted structures that were gradually being destroyed by the desert wind.
The farm workers stood aroun...
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