Laughs and says, "Boy, you sure are put-tin' in a whole lot of work for nothin'." Then he says somethin' that almost stops my heart cold. And all the while, Judd sits on his porch, drinking his beer, watching me sweat. Know it takes me twice as long as Judd to split that wood, but I don't stop.
This ain't a job for me, and if Dad saw what Judd was makin' me do, he'd tell him it wasn't safe.īut Judd's out to teach me a lesson, and I'm out to teach him one. I can hardly get the sledgehammer up over my head, and when I bring it down, my arms is so wobbly my aim ain't true. I got to roll a big old piece of locust wood over to the stump in his side yard, drive a wedge in it, then hit the wedge with a sledgehammer, again and again till the wood falls apart in pieces to fit his wood stove. Monday of the second week it seem like Judd's out to break my back or my spirit or both. Don't want him anywhere near Judd Travers. When I leave of an afternoon for Judd's, Shiloh goes with me just so far, then he gets to whining and turns back. I put in ten hours that week, meaning I make up twenty of the dollars I owe him got one more week to go.
"Don't much like bein' chained," Judd says. The can hits the biggest dog, and they all scatter. Even barks at dead trees." The dogs were fighting now, and Judd throws his Pabst can at 'em. And the middle dog, well, she gives a lot of mouth, too. "Littlest one, he's nothin' but a trashy dog- he'll run down most anything 'cept what I'm after.
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