Song Yet Sung (2010)
“All of them were owned by Captain Willard Spocott, and several were standing near the tall, white columns of the captain’s handsome Victorian when Denwood trotted in on his old gelding. The coloreds took in the striped jacket, the old oilskin hat, the rolled-up pants and beaten shoes, the weather-beaten horse, and laughed among themselves. They watched Denwood dismount and tether his horse in front of the captain’s residence.—That ain’t the Gimp, declared Jenny, a tall colored woman, as Denwood... limped towards the front door. Look at him, she chortled. He’s a peddler.Her husband, Lums, a stout, rust-colored man with long arms and white hair, watched silently, one thumb folded into the belt loop of his trousers. That’s the Gimp, all right, Lums said grimly. Mingo spoke on it. Don’t be fooled on how he’s stepping. He’s a game peacock. He’s got plenty pep in his step, you best believe it. Watch your points round him.The coloreds watched Denwood knock on the door. They saw the captain, a thin, nervous, bespectacled man in a white silk shirt and blue trousers, open the door, and noted that instead of inviting the ragged figure inside, the captain beckoned him to wait outside while he fetched his frock coat.Denwood returned to his horse, watered it, retrieved his brush, and lathered his mount while he waited.MoreLess
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