The Night They Stormed Eureka
“Hopefully it’d look like meat now, she thought, not like the sheep who’d bleated at her earlier. Mr Puddleham stirred the pot of old stew, mostly flour and potato now. Sweat trickled down his face from the steam and heat, but his hair was still shiny and neat.
Happy Jack was there already, waiting for his stew, his moon face smiling at the pots. His dog sat next to him, panting in the afternoon’s heat. Its wound had healed now. It glanced up at Sam as though wondering whether to cower away. She... bent down and held out a hand to it. The dog sniffed it warily, but crept backwards when she tried to stroke it.
‘There you are, lovey.’ The smile on Mrs Puddleham’s face could have filled the sky. ‘I was wondering where you were. I was feeling that bad, taking you to see the sheep killed.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ began Sam.
Mrs Puddleham beckoned her closer so Happy Jack couldn’t hear. ‘You did just as you ought! That weren’t no sight for a young lady.''But it didn’t make you feel sick.’ ‘I ain’t no lady.MoreLess
Happy Jack was there already, waiting for his stew, his moon face smiling at the pots. His dog sat next to him, panting in the afternoon’s heat. Its wound had healed now. It glanced up at Sam as though wondering whether to cower away. She... bent down and held out a hand to it. The dog sniffed it warily, but crept backwards when she tried to stroke it.
‘There you are, lovey.’ The smile on Mrs Puddleham’s face could have filled the sky. ‘I was wondering where you were. I was feeling that bad, taking you to see the sheep killed.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ began Sam.
Mrs Puddleham beckoned her closer so Happy Jack couldn’t hear. ‘You did just as you ought! That weren’t no sight for a young lady.''But it didn’t make you feel sick.’ ‘I ain’t no lady.MoreLess
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