Марсианские хроники
June 2003: Way in the Middle of the Air
"Themthathashelpsthemthathasn’t!Andthatwaytheyallgetfree!Seenarichmangiveapoormantwohundredbuckstopayoffsome’un!Seensome’unelsegivesome’unelsetenbucks,fivebucks,sixteen,lotsofthat,allover,everybody!"
Thewhitemensatwithsourwaterintheirmouths.Theireyeswerealmostpuffedshut,asiftheyhadbeenstruckintheirfacesbywindandsandandheat.
TheragewasinSamuelTeece.Heclimbedupontheporchandglaredatthepassingswarms.Hewavedhisgun.Andafterawhilewhenhehadtodosomething,hebegantoshoutatanyone,anyNegrowholookedupathim."Bang!There’sanotherrocketoutinspace!"heshoutedsoallcouldhear."Bang!ByGod!"Thedarkheadsdidn’tflickerorpretendtohear,buttheirwhiteeyesslidswiftlyoverandback."Crash!Allthemrocketsfallin’!Screamin’,dyin’!Bang!GodAlmighty,I’mgladI’mrighthereonoldterrafirma.Astheysaysinthatoldjoke,themorefirma,thelessterra!Ha,ha!"
Horsescloppedalong,shufflingupdust.Wagonsbumbledonruinedsprings.
"Bang!"Hisvoicewaslonelyintheheat,tryingtoterrifythedustandtheblazingsunsky."Wham!Niggersalloverspace!Jerkedoutarocketslikesomanyminnowshitbyameteor,byGod!Spacefullameteors.Youknowthat?Sure!Thickasbuckshot;powie!Shootdownthemtin-canrocketslikesomanyducks,somanyclaypipes!Olesardinecansfullofblackcod!Bangin’likeastringaladyfingers,bang,bang,bang!Tenthousanddeadhere,tenthousandthere.
