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Updated: June 29, 2025
And yet two men had lived in that pen all winter, and emerged healthy and fairly good-tempered in the spring. The companions peered through the door at the uninviting interior. The floor was a litter of rubbish, old clothes in a state of decomposition, leaves, bones, and rusty cans and pans. Young McCrae wrinkled an outraged nose. "Pfaugh!" he snorted. "The shack's filthy. We can't use it."
A flush of anger spread over their faces, and the Colonel was framing a scorching retort, when Dale continued: "No, hit hain't squir'ls; hit's that varmint Tusk Potter. I hain't afeerd ter tell. His shack's back thar;" jerking his thumb over his shoulder, "or, I'd ought ter say, what's left of hit's thar. He's gone." "Did you kill him?" the Colonel asked, looking squarely into his eyes.
Home is the place where your everyday clothes are, and where somebody, or something needs you. They didn't need me over there in England. Lord no! I was sick for the sight of a Navajo blanket. My shack's glowing with them. And my books needed me, and the boys, and the critters, and Kate." "Kate?" repeated Miss Meron, quickly. "Kate's my horse. I'm going back on the 5:25 to-night.
As I dash across the platform I hear the impact of the shack's feet against the steps as he boards. I jump off the other side and run forward with the train. My plan is to run forward and get on the first blind. It is nip and tuck, for the train is gathering speed. Also, the shack is behind me and running after me. I guess I am the better sprinter, for I make the first blind.
Then came the other two, wondering what the plan of campaign might be; for even Shack Beggs, finding himself so strangely thrown in with these boys whom in the past he had hated and scorned; was already as deeply interested in the outcome as any of the chums might be; and Bandy-legs no longer frowned at his proximity, for he could not forget how it was Shack's strong hand that had helped him make a landing on the sloping roof just a short time before.
And she had found the sick woman lying on a makeshift bed on the smoking, black area that was pathetically safe now from fire because there was nothing more to burn. "Little black shack's all burnt up! Everything's black now. Black hills, black hollows, black future, black world, black hearts everything matches everything's black.
"This shack's about two foot by three, and I'm blamed if I can ever find a darned thing!" Nora smiled to herself in the darkness. She got down unassisted this time. Under the bright and starry sky she could see a long stretch of prairie, fading away, without a break into the darkness. A long way off she thought she could distinguish a light, but she could not be certain.
Sky's black, I'm black you're black little black shack won't have to stand all alone any more little black shack's just black ashes little black shack's all burnt up!" And then the woman laughed shrilly, with that terrible, meaningless laughter of hysteria. She was a pretty woman, and young. Her hair was that bright shade of red that goes with a skin like thin, rose-tinted ivory.
He rushed to the table, where he had placed a pail of water the evening before, and Billy heard the hissing of the water as it struck the flaming wall. "Never mind that," he shouted. "The shack's built of pitch cedar. We've got to get out!" Brokaw groped his way to him through the smoke and began fumbling at the chain about his ankles. "I can't find the key " he gasped chokingly.
Look at the way she worked me to get me to promise the New House and I guess you had your finger in that, too, mamma! This old shack's good enough for me, but you and little Edie 'll have to have your way. I'll get behind her and push her the same as I will Jim and Roscoe. I tell you I'm mighty proud o' them three chuldern! But Bibbs " He paused, shaking his head.
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