The Last of How It Was by T. R. Pearson

Author:T. R. Pearson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barking Mad Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

"No sir,” Uncle Jack told him. "Not last I saw but shot good enough to maybe get dead.”

"What with?” the Oklahoma heathen wanted to know.

"Sharps,” Uncle Jack said. ".50 caliber.”

"Lord, get dead I guess,” the Oklahoma heathen said back. "Where’d you hit him?”

"I didn’t hit him anywhere,” Uncle Jack said. "Weren’t me that shot him.”

"Who then?” the Oklahoma heathen wanted to know.

And Daddy said Uncle Jack showed all his teeth of a sudden and could not hardly seem to make his mouth shut enough so as to let him say who exactly and consequently he pointed straightoff and could not manage to come out with what he was trying to come out with until the Oklahoma heathen had already seen for himself what Uncle Jack had only been able to point at so far, and the Oklahoma heathen said, "Sweet Jesus,” and Uncle Jack told him, "Her,” and Aunt Della stirred the beanpot and poked the fire and looked kind of wiry and ordinary and, as far as the Oklahoma heathen could tell, wholly incapable.

"No sir,” he said. "No sir, I can’t see it.”

"Her,” Uncle Jack told him and he said, "Della, who shot that injun?”

And Daddy said Aunt Della, without ever not stirring her beanpot and without ever not poking the lire beneath it, told him back, "Me.” So Uncle Jack said, "Her,” again and the Oklahoma heathen said, "Her,” his own self and then asked Uncle Jack, "Sharps?” and asked Uncle Jack, ".50 caliber?” and Uncle Jack fetched the thing out from the wagon with the sides and the roof to it and gave it over to the Oklahoma heathen who hefted it like he could not hardly and aimed it prior to hefting it like he could not hardly again and then he said to Aunt Della, "Got some bite don’t it?”

And Aunt Della worked her shoulder that was mostly her fire-poking shoulder just then and told him back, "Bite sure enough.”

And the Oklahoma heathen raised up the rifle another time and aimed it another time and lowered it another time too and then said to Uncle Jack, "Whereabouts?” and Uncle Jack that had a cartridge between his thumb and forefinger laid it point foremost against his own shoulder and the Oklahoma heathen asked him, "Clean through?” and Uncle Jack told him, "Yes sir,” back and the Oklahoma heathen said, "Lordy,” and Uncle Jack liked it well enough to say it himself.

Then did not anybody tell anybody else anything, Daddy said, at least not for a spell and Uncle Jack studied the bullet between his fingers and the Oklahoma heathen ate on his beans and drank on his coffee and pondered the air before him and Aunt Della stirred like she’d been stirring and poked like she’d been poking and the mules stamped and snorted like mules will sometimes though not with particular spunk or vigor either and Daddy said Uncle Jack said, "Well,” one time so as to fill up the empty air and was about

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