И проиграли бой
Chapter 4
Youwouldn’tbelieveit,Mac,buteversinceIstartedtogrowupIbeenscaredofgirls.IguessIwasscaredI’dgetcaught."
"Tooattractive,huh?"
"No,youseealltheguysIusedtorunaroundwithwentthroughthemill.Theyusedtotrytomakegirlsbehindbillboardsanddowninthelumberyard.Well,soonerorlatersomegirl’dgetknockedhigherthanakite,andthen—well,hell,Mac,IwasscaredI’dgetcaughtlikemymotherandmyoldman—tworoomflatandawoodstove.ChristknowsIdon’twantluxury,butIdon’twanttogetbattedaroundthewayallthekidsIknewgotit.Lunchpailinthemorningwithapieceofsoggypieandathermosbottleofstalecoffee."
Macsaid,"You’vepickedahellofafinelifeifyoudon’twanttogetbattedaround.Waittillwefinishthisjob,you’llgetbattedplenty."
"That’sdifferent,"Jimprotested."Idon’tmindgettingsmackedonthechin.Ijustdon’twanttogetnibbledtodeath.There’sadifference."
Macyawned."It’snotadifferencethat’sgoingtokeepmeawake.Cat-housesaren’tmuchfun."Hegotupandwentbacktothepileofpapers,andhespreadthemoutandlaydownandwenttosleep.
ForalongtimeJimsatinthedoorway,watchingthefarmsgoby.Therewerebigmarketvegetablegardenswithrowsofroundlettucesandrowsoffern-likecarrots,andredbeetleaves,withglisteningwaterrunningbetweentherows.Thetrainwentbyfieldsofalfalfa,andbygreatwhitedairybarnsfromwhichthewindbroughttherich,healthysmellofmanureandammonia.Andthenthefreightenteredapassinthehills,andthesunwascutoff.Fernsandgreenliveoaksgrewonthesteepsidesoftheright-of-way.
