Chapter 14
I help Miss Lucille pay the ranch hands. They come into the room one at a time and stand nervously in front of her, hats clutched tight in both hands at their waists. She gives each man a smile which is probably meant to be relaxing, but only makes them more anxious. When she says his name so I can find it in her ledger, the man in front of her starts to rock from side to side; slowly at first, almost unconsciously, then a little faster, as if he has to pee. The handwriting in the ledger is clear and neat, but it still takes some time to locate each man, particularly when a lot of the vaqueros have the same last name. I hunch down over the ledger but still see the rocking cowboy out of the corner of my eye, and it’s distracting, almost as if he’s afraid I won’t be able to find
