Do the work, then move on.
"Seventy, Eighty, Ninety, One Hundred,"Simon pushed the wad of bills into Pedro's calloused hand.
"Muchas Gracias, senor."Pedro stuffed the money in his pocket and nodded to Simon. "Everything is packed into the truck. We will leave in the morning, senor.-
"Just be sure to clean up the hut before you leave."Simon hated it when migrants left his huts a mess.
"I'll never understand you people,"Simon told Pedro. "Why don't you settle down somewhere?-
"There is no work here, Mr. Simon. We have to keep moving.-
"I'll never understand you people.-