It boasted a new church, a schoolhouse, a handsome bank, a goodly number of business establishments, and a fine selection of homes, some more respectable than others. The wood sidewalks were crowded with folks going about their Saturday shopping, and the streets were full of horses and wagons. Calvin picked a nice shady spot across from the bank. "Lay your hat on the ground," he said, "and play soft and sweet, Eli. Look as sad and lonesome as you can. If folks ask, tell them you're a poor orphan child with no one to love or cherish you." Calvin paused to study Caesar who lay beside me, his head on my shoe, his eyes as sorrowful as a hungry dog's can be. "Perfect," he said. "Some folks will feel sorry for you, but others will pity Caesar. Frankly, if given a choice, many people would rather see a human die than an animal." With that, Calvin walked off and left me. He had business of his own to tend to, he said. I watched him disappear, sidestepping piles of horse dung in the street as dainty as a fancy dancer.
What do You think about The Gentleman Outlaw And Me-Eli?
