Although it wasn’t cold, he was shivering; and the heat from the wood cook stove in the kitchen would have felt good, except he dreaded his grandmother. She was such a strong, steady, dignified woman, she would be shamed and grieved by what was going on. It wasn’t likely that she’d ask him any qu...
“I’d hate to be paying you by the hour, cousin,” Music said. He shook his head and made a noise in his cheek as if he were clucking to a mule. “Yeah, well, you ain’t,” Regus said, but after he’d given Music a long, hard stare, he turned his head and spat and began to use the drawing knife. He was...