The Curse Of Jacob Tracy: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
“I don’t know,” Boz said, when asked for his opinion. He scooped flour into a bowl, added salt and saleratus. “I don’t know about none of it.” “Well, you met Ferris.” Trace turned the sausages with a fork, rolling their pale bellies over in the grease. “What’d you think about him? You reckon he was a liar?” “I didn’t think so, but then I didn’t think you was a liar, either.” “What’d I do?” “You told me we was goin huntin for some animal!” “Yeah, but that’s about all she told me, too. And you said yourself it had to be somethin more, if she—” “All I know is, you got all these new secrets with that woman, and it’s got nothin to do with me.” Boz’s fingers swiped through the lard bucket and then mashed down into the flour. “Magic and religion, it’s all the same—you in or you out.” “What’re you talkin about?” “Was the same thing with my wife.” Boz jabbed at the dough as if he were mad at it. “Goin to visit with the Voudou woman next door, come back talkin bout dark futures.
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