“You have never lied to me. That I know of, that is.” He looked at the boy, at the still profile. “Who were you fighting with?”
“There was more than one.”
“Ah,” the man said. “You left marks on them, I trust?”
“I dont know. I reckon so.”
“Ah,” the man said. “Go and wash. Supper is ready.”
When he went to bed that night his mind was made up to run away. He felt like an eagle: hard, sufficient, potent, remorseless, strong. But that passed, though he did not then know that, like the eagle, his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage.
McEachern did not actually miss the heifer for two days. Then he found the new suit where it was hidden in the barn; on examining it he knew that it had never been worn. He found the suit in the forenoon. But he said nothing about it. That evening h
