Audiobook Sample, \"Duster\" (Auth. Frank Roderus)
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North American (General) North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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Hey, you crazy or something? Let me alone. Have been sound asleep until somebody came over and started shaking me around. I set up and rubbed a hand over my eyes. Let me be. No, no, That's the boy. Get yourself up. We need some more work for the fire. More would my left foot. You've got more than you need now if you don't burn it all up for light to gamble by now, let me alone and let me go back to sleep. Uh, Bill insisted Give yourself up now on fetches Samo. Crazy, longer is sick and we got to make him some pollsters. Boy. Now get up. I ain't human of you. He needs help. Bad. Well, shoot. Why didn't you say so? Building back to where the fire was going And I hunted around on the ground for my shoes and stuff. Most times when I woke up on the ground, I felt stiff in a little cold for a while. But this time I never noticed. When I got over by the fire, I could see crazy long ago, stretched out close up to the blaze he was laying there under a whole pile of blankets and bed rules. But underneath all that I could see he was twisting and twitching, some from the pain. His face seemed to have been pulled back, tied over skull, and he was sweating so that his hair was all wet. The water running over his head showed up. Brighton streaky in the fire line. He didn't look good for a fact. Everybody in the whole outfit was gathered in close, except for B. J. Hollis and Tommy Lucas. They were out with the cows. Which men? It was about the middle of the night or a little less since Jesus and Evan Dyer had been supposed to take the morning watch. There wasn't nobody laughin. They're even talking much. I went and got my suban laid over top of him and then went off into the woods around us to collect some more firewood. It was bloody dark, but I had a pretty fair recollection of the lay of things. After all, the one and around I'd done that afternoon. There was a little blow down just above the willow stand, so I made my way up. They're going slow. So is not to fall down on my face if I tripped over something in the dark. I found the down would easy enough and loaded myself up with all I could carry on. Dragged another long piece behind. I made a power of a noise on the way back, but I got it done, even if my arms was a bit aching and sore by then when I got back Dagger Bill was stern up some nasty looking stuff in a couple pots, and there was a big K and a coffee already set to one side on Iraq, where he would stay hot without boiling anymore. Mr. Sam, Silas and I queer kneeled down. Besides crazy long ago, I could swab in his face with a wet rag, and Mr Sam Silas was just looking on. He looked awful worried, too. The way crazy longer was thrashing and born sweat. It was easy to see there was something more than just a run of the mill belly ache. Wrong with him. Hurry up with those bolts. Is Mr Sam Silas called Al. They be ready in a minute. Can't hurt them or their annual good. I was staying another close so I could help feed the fire, and I could see that whatever Bill had in the pot, he was stern and was getting mighty hot. I couldn't tell for sure, since you can't see very well into a pot on top of the only lighter end, but from steam coming off of it, There was something boiling in there. Bill looked up at me and said, That's me Destroying drags duster A new Hoody Men all right. He had a sack that he carried Will a real machine, spun cloth towels. He never let anyone use them but himself, and he washed them out and drive the most every day. I scrambled around in this stuff until I found the right bag and carried it to him. Bill never looked up or nodded or anything. When I handed him the sack, he snatched it open and pulled out a big handful. You're only had of the clean, neat, folded pieces of clothes he took and shook them out long ways and then put them together to make a long pad, sort of rigged about four layers thick and maybe two by four foot in size. Without saying a word. He held that out for somebody to grab hold of. I took one end and Jesus took the other, and we stretched the pad out flatten held it off the ground. Bill got his pot off fire and with the big would spoon **** addled heavy gobs of stuffed down the center of the cloth pad. But the stuff looked to be was beef tallow thickened with something flower, maybe cooked along with some sort of weeds that I took to be wild herbs, some kind. I couldn't tell what the herbs it looked like to start with. Anyway. He builds up a good hot plaster of stuff and then had us fold to pad over from each side, since stuff was in the middle of the cloth and couldn't drip out to burn the skin, even just holding onto one end, I could feel how hot it was. And I was glad it wasn't me. They were going to put it on. Bill carried the plaster over crazy long ago and waited while I can. Mr. Sam Silas stripped the pilot covers off him. They had a time getting his shirt up in his drawers, loosen, but finally they managed and bill wrap that hot Blaster and him and just about waist level and tied it in a place good and firm with a couple of packing strings. You'd have thought that hot plaster would have done something to crazy long ago. Giving him some relief for has made him holler out from a being so hot. But But he never made a sign one way or the other. Just kept laying there, twisting and sweating and not making a sound except for the whistle of air from awful heavy breathing. They got him covered back up like you've been before from looking at him. You couldn't tell they've done a thing I, Quinn back to swab and crazy Longo's face. Mr Sam, Silas and Bill just shook their heads. Some got themselves some coffee and sat down to wait. Like the rest of us. We all said her and not saying much for what seemed like a couple hours, though couldn't have been near that long since I only had to throw a couple chunks on the fire, and that was only once Crazy. Long ago didn't look a bit better, and everyone was starting to get really worried. Once I saw Jesus crossing himself, which is something, since you don't do that all the time like some Mexicans, for lack of anything better to do. I went out and fetch some more wood and then satin drink coffee listening. While most everybody tried to figure out what crazy Longo's problem was and how it might be helped. It was some to listen to them fellows trying to hit on a remedy that my work lickety split. Emmons thought Juniper berry tea might do the trick. Well, Jesus favored the idea, burning some dried oak leaves and animal hair and then drift in the smoke over the top of the sick main. Evan Dyer never said what he thought, but I had seen him twisting some willow wives into some sort of sign or talisman me. I didn't know what to think. The seem crazy long ago lying there, So quiet brought me to the mind of the time year. So before, when little Bo was bad sick, Ma had to sell our wagon for his doctor. The doctor hadn't had to do a whole lot then to get him well, but I guess you paid for his known how to do more than for what he did, he said. Little Bo would have stayed in awful sick young and if his belly hadn't been eased to the pain so his muscles could loosen and let some gas out. The more I thought on it, the more it seemed the same. After spell, I slipped back away from the fire and went to catch up My Nighthorse. I got mounted on these long upstream slow like since I didn't know the country too well. Clouds had come back and hit what moon there was. So it was awful dark. My night horses good about making his way. When I couldn't see a thing, though, and we got along L. A. Reid and walk. We passed the standard willows and then the pecans, and I commenced to pay attention to what was around me. Those little girls couldn't have come from too far off, I figured, And where was folks? It was just possible there might be some medicine or something that could be used to make crazy Longo's paintings up