The sensible way, which he had pursued once or twice in his life, had always proved boring, usually within a few days. Pea ignored the remark--it was necessary to ignore most of those Gus made or else you got bogged down in useless conversation. When he finished, he sat the rifle against the porch railing, telling himself that he would get up and leave. Once or twice July was tempted to leave him at one of the farms they passed.
She could plainly hear the hum of millions of insects. He remembered, years before, in a hot droughty summer, stopping to water his horse in a drying lake far up the Brazos--he had ridden Not that Gus wasn't competent--so far as sheer ability went, Gus was as competent as any man he'd ever known. She couldn't stop thinking of it--in dreams she would see it so clearly that she would wake up, to the sound of Zwey's snoring.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.