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You
know
how
they
do
.
An
’
she
tol
’
that
her
brother
killed
a
man
an
’
was
hidin
’
.
»
Tom
was
chuckling
.
«
With
me
I
was
always
gonna
get
Uncle
John
after
’
em
,
but
he
never
would
do
it
.
That
’
s
jus
’
kid
talk
,
Ma
.
That
’
s
awright
.
»
«
No
,
it
ain
’
t
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Them
kids
’
ll
tell
it
aroun
’
an
’
then
the
folks
’
ll
hear
,
an
’
they
’
ll
tell
aroun
’
,
an
’
pretty
soon
,
well
,
they
liable
to
get
men
out
to
look
,
jus
’
in
case
.
Tom
,
you
got
to
go
away
.
»
«
That
’
s
what
I
said
right
along
.
I
was
always
scared
somebody
’
d
see
you
put
stuff
in
that
culvert
,
an
’
then
they
’
d
watch
.
»
«
I
know
.
But
I
wanted
you
near
.
I
was
scared
for
you
.
I
ain
’
t
seen
you
.
Can
’
t
see
you
now
.
How
’
s
your
face
?
»
«
Gettin
’
well
quick
.
»
«
Come
clost
,
Tom
.
Let
me
feel
it
.
Come
clost
.
»
He
crawled
near
.
Her
reaching
hand
found
his
head
in
the
blackness
and
her
fingers
moved
down
to
his
nose
,
and
then
over
his
left
cheek
.
«
You
got
a
bad
scar
,
Tom
.
An
’
your
nose
is
all
crooked
.
»
«
Maybe
that
’
s
a
good
thing
.
Nobody
wouldn
’
t
know
me
,
maybe
.
If
my
prints
wasn
’
t
on
record
,
I
’
d
be
glad
.
»
He
went
back
to
his
eating
.
«
Hush
,
"
she
said
.
«
Listen
!
»
«
It
’
s
the
wind
,
Ma
.
Jus
’
the
wind
.
»
The
gust
poured
down
the
stream
,
and
the
trees
rustled
under
its
passing
.
