Chapter Twenty-Nine
The trio plods west, into Oklahoma Territory reserved for Indians. A rested Max maintains a steady pace, keeping a good cadence on his testicle bell, pulling the travois step after step, mile after mile. His enormous balls have grown to where he cannot avoid seeing where Luda marked him. With just the slightest glance downward, the large letter is most noticeable, the granules of river mud beneath the keloided skin forming a ridge of reddish brown.
Being so marked by a woman brings constant humility.
Though Max toils earnestly he is thankful not to be a field hand at Buelah’s plantation. After his soothing bath and cleansing, Jake led him to the barn where the most incredible sight greeted him. A dozen huge field hands laid supine, legs spread eagled, arms stretched
