VARDAMANN
OW there are seven of them, in little tall black circles.
“Look, Darl,” I say; “see?”
He looks up. We watch them in little tall black circles of not-moving.
“Yesterday there were just four,” I say.
There were more than four on the barn.
“Do you know what I would do if he tries to light on the wagon again?” I say.
“What would you do?” Darl says.
“I wouldn’t let him light on her,” I say. “I wouldn’t let him light on Cash, either.”
Cash is sick. He is sick on the box. But my mother is a fish.
“We got to get some medicine in Mottson,” pa says. “I reckon we’ll just have to.”
“How do you feel, Cash?” Darl says.
“It don’t bother none,” Cash says.
“Do you want it propped a little higher?” Darl says.
Cash has a broken leg. He has had two broken legs. He lies on the box with
