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Show page 147 jam on one t r a y , did you get it? Listen, hon, I'm going to move you downstairs tomorrow; that i s , if you promise not to run away. Would you like t h a t , Lonnie?" "Yes manu" "Well then?" "I couldn't live here without General Burnside." "Posh'11 go up and get him, if you t e l l him where he's tied up. I've been on him." Reba was silent a moment, then said, "Didn't you caution General Burnside not to chew loose or make any noise?" "He's mine, honest he i s , " Lonnie said. "I trained him since I found him in the rocks, a k i t t e n . I trained him to chase a r a b b i t . Preacher Farley told me I could and I did. Preacher Farley knows a lot of good things." "Well, a nice boy and a nice bobcat are just what we need around here, real bad," Reba said. "Doxvnstairs a i n ' t a bad place to l i v e , hon; better for me and you than a red clay farm. Here, hon, I got something else for you." She dropped into his hand three small pieces of hard candy and closed the s l o t. Lonnie popped the candy into his mouth and went back to his bunk. Red and Curly exchanged glances. Milton examined the clothes. "She give him some pretty good duds," he announced. "He's a right smart boy," Jake said. "We could use a smart boy on our place, couldn't we, Milt?" "Him and the bobcat could round up cows," Milton -said. Red guffawed. "Round up other folks' cows, you mean. Ain't that r i g h t , Curly?" |
