It may have been an hour
When I had run perhaps a mile (being at that time very slight, and of active figure), I saw a cloud of dust, about two miles off, rising through the bright blue haze. It was rich yellow dust of the fertile soil, which never seems to cake or clot. Sometimes you may walk for miles without the smallest fear of sinking, the earth is so elastic. And yet with a slight exertion you may push a walking-stick down through it until the handle stops it. My heart gave a jump: that cloud of dust was a sign of men on horseback. And who could it be but Uncle Sam and Firm and the foreman Martin?
As soon as it began to show itself, it proved to be these very three, carelessly lounging on their horses’ backs, overcome with heat and dust and thirst. But when they saw me there all alone under the fury of the sun, they knew that something must have gone amiss, and were all wide awake in a moment.
“Well, now,” said the Sawyer, when I had told my tale as well as short breath allowed, “put this thing over your head, my dear, or you may gain a sun-stroke. I call it too bad of them skunks to drive you in Californy noon, like this.”
“Oh, Uncle Sam, never think of me; think of your house and your goods and Suan, and all at those bad men’s mercy!”
“The old house ain’t afire yet,” he answered, looking calmly under his hand in that direction. “And as for Suan, cheap oakley sunglasses
no fear at all. She knows how to deal with such gallowses; and they will keep her to cook their dinner. Firm, my lad, let us go and embrace them. They wouldn’t ‘a made much bones of shooting us down if we hadn’t known of it, and if they had got miss afore the saddle. But if they don’t give bail, as soon as they see me ride up to my door, my name’s not Sampson Gundry. Only you keep out of the way, Miss Remy. You go to sleep a bit, that’s a dear, in the graywitch spinny yonder, and wait till you hear Firm sound the horn. And then come you in to dinner-time; for the Lord is always over you.” I hastened to the place which he pointed out — a beautiful covert of birch-trees — but to sleep was out of the question, worn out though I was with haste and heat, and (worst of all) with horror. In a soft mossy nest, where a breeze from the mountains played with the in and out ways of the wood, and the murmurous dream of genial insects now was beginning to drowse upon the air, and the heat of the sun could almost be seen thrilling through the alleys like a cicale’s drum — here, in the middle of the languid peace, I waited for the terror of the rifle-crack. For though Uncle Sam had spoken softly, and made so little of the peril he would meet, I had seen in his eyes some token of the deep wrath and strong indignation which had kept all his household and premises safe. And it seemed a most ominous sign that Firm had never said a word, but grasped his gun, and slowly got in front of his grandfather.
no fear at all. She knows how to deal with such gallowses; and they will keep her to cook their dinner. Firm, my lad, let us go and embrace them. They wouldn’t ‘a made much bones of shooting us down if we hadn’t known of it, and if they had got miss afore the saddle. But if they don’t give bail, as soon as they see me ride up to my door, my name’s not Sampson Gundry. Only you keep out of the way, Miss Remy. You go to sleep a bit, that’s a dear, in the graywitch spinny yonder, and wait till you hear Firm sound the horn. And then come you in to dinner-time; for the Lord is always over you.” I hastened to the place which he pointed out — a beautiful covert of birch-trees — but to sleep was out of the question, worn out though I was with haste and heat, and (worst of all) with horror. In a soft mossy nest, where a breeze from the mountains played with the in and out ways of the wood, and the murmurous dream of genial insects now was beginning to drowse upon the air, and the heat of the sun could almost be seen thrilling through the alleys like a cicale’s drum — here, in the middle of the languid peace, I waited for the terror of the rifle-crack. For though Uncle Sam had spoken softly, and made so little of the peril he would meet, I had seen in his eyes some token of the deep wrath and strong indignation which had kept all his household and premises safe. And it seemed a most ominous sign that Firm had never said a word, but grasped his gun, and slowly got in front of his grandfather.
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Lådan var tudelad på längden. Den ena halvan var till bredden fylld med sexiga underkläder. I barnstorlek. Den andra med små handbojor, massagestavar och andra sexapparater. Alla i miniatyrstorlek. Dessutom ett tiotal videofilmer. Av omslagen framgick att det var barnporr. Äcklad sköt Sune igen lådan och vände sig mot Rico.
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"Toivo försvann ju för en åtta-nio månader sen. Bara sådär. Jag trodde han ..." Rico hejdade sig. Sune tog ett steg mot honom.
"Trodde vaddå?"
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Lådan var tudelad på längden. Den ena halvan var till bredden fylld med sexiga underkläder. I barnstorlek. Den andra med små handbojor, massagestavar och andra sexapparater. Alla i miniatyrstorlek. Dessutom ett tiotal videofilmer. Av omslagen framgick att det var barnporr. Äcklad sköt Sune igen lådan och vände sig mot Rico.
"Snacka - annars ringer jag sedlighetsroteln!" Sune talade mellan sammanbitna tänder, han tänkte på Malin. Det Rico såg i Sunes ögon fick honom att lossa på tungbanden.väskor
"Toivo försvann ju för en åtta-nio månader sen. Bara sådär. Jag trodde han ..." Rico hejdade sig. Sune tog ett steg mot honom.
"Trodde vaddå?"
Rico tvekade, tungan halkade in och ut över de sladdriga läpparna. Sune började förlora tålamodet. Hela miljön irriterade honom, han kände sig olustig. Det var som att tjuvtitta på damtoaletten. Sune insåg att han var mossig, nu för tiden fanns det visst också raffset för män. Men inte för män som han, det var han övertygad om. Dessutom äcklade Rico honom. Han tog ett steg närmare Rico och lade en tung hand på hans överkammade huvudsvål.väska
