Friday 17 April 2015

Cormac McCarthy (1973) - child of god



"
When Ballard came out onto the porch there was a thin man with a collapsed jaw squatting in the yard waiting for him. 
What say Darfuzzle, said Ballard
What say Lester. 
He sounded like a man with a mouthful of marbles, articulating his goatbone underjaw laboriously, the original one having been shot away. 
Ballard squatted on his heels in the yard opposite the visitor.  They looked like constipated gargoyles. 
Say you found that old gal up on the turnaround?
Ballard sniffed.  What gal? he said.
Thatn was left up yonder.  Had on a nightgown. 
Ballard pulled at the loose sole of his shoe.  I seen her, he said. 
She's went to the sheriff.
She has? 
The other man turned and spat and looked back toward Ballard.  They done arrested Pless. 
That's your all's lookout.  I didn't have nothin to do with her.
She says you did.
She's a lyin sack of green shit. 
The visitor rose.  I just thought I'd tell ye, he said.  You do what you want.
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