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“I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one of the drakes and ruffled his green capote with her fingers. “Ever since I’ve had children, I don’t like to kill anything. It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose’s neck. Ain’t that strange, Jim?” “I don’t know. The young Queen of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine.
The scout came away from where Tar was still very audibly munching his treat. "Didn’t know as how th’ younker had him a runnin’ hoss, Don Cazar." He inspected Shiloh critically. "But that thar sure looks a lotta hoss. ’Course maybe he ain’t used t’ runnin’ out here whar th’ ground ain’t made all nice an’ easy fur his feet. But I dunno, I dunno at all."
Anse sat down suddenly on one of the boulders, his gaze on Drew. He shook his head slowly. "I ain’t sein’ things," he said. "That’s you, ain’t it? Say—got any water?" His tongue curled over cracked lips. Drew snatched the canteen from his saddle and hurried forward. More than a bloodstained bandage marked Anse, he could see now. He waited while the other seized the canteen avidly and drank.
To her the case was analogous to releasing a child from the duress of a corner and turning him loose to play with matches. "How kem they to let him out?" she repeated, the still rocking-chair conveying the impersonal dignity of the pulpit or the justice-seat. "I ’ain’t hearn tell of so pearty a couple as the jail an’ Jim in years."
"You do a lotta sayin’, Kells." The scowl was gone; Shannon’s battered mouth was actually smiling. But, Drew decided, he liked the scowl better than the smile and the tone of the voice accompanying it. "Some men oughtta put a hobble on their tongues. Sure, I know these young whelps an’ their pa too. Sniffin’ round where they ain’t wanted.
And since they were to her, on her own confession, but "spurs and sombreros," one wondered at the elaboration of the comedy, the endless wire-pulling in the manipulation of these most picturesque marionettes—until one remembered the outlaw brother and felt that what she did she did for him. "You right shore there ain’t a letter for me, Miss Judith.
One man summed up the steak with, "You got to work your jaw so hard to eat it that it ain’t fair to the next meal." His neighbor heaved a sigh. "This here formation, whatever it be"—and he turned the meat over for better inspection—"do shore remind me of an indestructible doll that an old maid aunt of mine giv’ my sister when we was kids.
Rondeau saw he had stretched a trifle too much, but he answered, "Well, anyhow, he throwed it away, and I’m goin’ to keep it till—till, you know when, Dilsey." "Keep it till you’re gray," said Aunt Dilsey. "Leffie ain’t goin’ to be married with no such flummery." Here Leffie, anxious to change the conversation, asked, "What of Miss Fanny?"
They ain’t got no spite ’gainst nobody as wants to rub ’em down an’ give ’em a feed. But some hosses what git brung in here—they’s white-eyed an’ randy, does you give ’em a straight stare. For that there’s always a reason. Mostly you can see what it is when you look good an’ steady at th’ men who was ridin’ ’em!" Drew laughed. "Glad I passed your test, Callie. Guess I’ll turn in now.
But Miranda was not dashed. “Why, that’s all right. ’Course you ken go right up. Jest you set in the keepin’ room a minnit while I run up’n be sure the water pitcher’s filled. I ain’t quite sure ’bout it. I won’t be long.” Miranda seated them in the parlor with great gusto and hastened up the back stairs to investigate.
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