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“En route to California I had a few drinks with an American executive for Falstaff Brewing Company who said he'd been a hobo from '37 to '39. He talked about a friend of his who had lost his legs beneath a freight train and died. He told me he knew something about farm labor contractors. "Killers," he called them. And said it again, "Killers.”

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Book:The Road to Yuba City: A Journey into the Juan Corona Murders
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The Road to Yuba City: A Journey into the Juan Corona Murders

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Tracy Kidder
Tracy Kidder

Tracy Kidder, born on November 12, 1945, is an American writer known for his in-depth investigative reporting and biographical works. His writing is characterized by its straightforward narrative style and detailed portrayal of ordinary people's extraordinary lives, with notable works including 'Mountains Beyond Mountains' and 'Souls in the Hands of God'. more

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