I be durn if he aint a sight.
Vardaman.
Now there are seven of them, in little tall black circles.
"Look, Darl," I say; "see?"
He looks up.
We watch them in little tall black circles of not-moving.
"Yesterday there were just four," I say.
There were more than four on the barn.
"Do you know what I would do if he tries to light on the wagon again?" I say.
"What would you do?" Darl says.
“I wouldn't let him light on her," I say.
"I wouldn't let him light on Cash, either."
Cash is sick.
He is sick on the box.
But my mother is a fish.
"We got to get some medicine in Mottson," pa says.
"I reckon well just have to."
"How do you feel, Cash?" Darl says.
"It dont bother none," Cash says.
"Do you want it propped a little higher?" Darl says.
Cash has a broken leg.
He has had two broken legs.
He lies on the box with a quilt rolled under his head and a piece of wood under his knee.
"I reckon we ought to left him at Armstid’s,” pa says.
I haven't got a broken leg and pa hasn't and Darl hasn't and
"It's just the bumps," Cash says.
"It kind of grinds together a little on a bump.
It dont bother none."
Jewel has gone away.
He and his horse went away one supper time
"It's because she wouldn't have us beholden," pa says.
"Fore God, I do the best that ere a man" Is it because Jewel’s mother is a horse Darl? I said.
"Maybe I can draw the ropes a little tighter," Darl says.
That's why Jewel and I were both in the shed 'and she was in the wagon because the horse lives in the barn and I had to keep on running the buzzard away from
"If you just would," Cash says.
And Dewey Dell hasn't got a broken leg and I haven't.
Cash is my brother.
We stop.
When Darl loosens the rope Cash begins to sweat again.
His teeth look out.
"Hurt?" Darl says.
"I reckon you better put it back," Cash says.
Darl puts the rope back, pulling hard.
Cash's teeth look out.
"Hurt?" Darl says.
"It dont bother none," Cash says.
"Do you want pa to drive slower?" Darl says.
"No," Cash says.
"Aint no time to hang back.
It dont bother none."