West of Dodge (Ss) (1996)
“He had been walking since an hour before sun-up, but now the air had grown warm and he could hear the sound of running water. Sunlight fell through the leaves and dappled the trail with light and shadow, and when he rounded the bend of the path he saw the girl dipping a bucket into a mountain stream.
He was a tall boy, just turned eighteen, and' four months from his home on a woods farm in East Texas. He looked at the girl and he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in a throat that seemed unusually long, rising as it did from the wide, too-loose collar of his homespun shirt.
He swallowed agam and cleared his throat. The girl looked up, suddenly wide-eyed, and then she straightened, her lips drawing together and one quick hand brushing a strand of dark hair back from her flushed cheek. "Howdy, ma'am," he said, his accent soft with East Texas music. "Sure didn't aim to scare you none." "It . . . it's all right." Her alarm was fading with her curiosity. "Are you goin' to the goldfields?"... A measure of pride and manly assurance came into his voice.MoreLess
He was a tall boy, just turned eighteen, and' four months from his home on a woods farm in East Texas. He looked at the girl and he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in a throat that seemed unusually long, rising as it did from the wide, too-loose collar of his homespun shirt.
He swallowed agam and cleared his throat. The girl looked up, suddenly wide-eyed, and then she straightened, her lips drawing together and one quick hand brushing a strand of dark hair back from her flushed cheek. "Howdy, ma'am," he said, his accent soft with East Texas music. "Sure didn't aim to scare you none." "It . . . it's all right." Her alarm was fading with her curiosity. "Are you goin' to the goldfields?"... A measure of pride and manly assurance came into his voice.MoreLess
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