I haven’t got a broken leg and pa hasn’t and Darl hasn’t and “It’s just the bumps,” Cash says. “It kind of grinds together a little on a bump. I don’t bother none.” Jewel has gone away. He and his horse went away one supper time.
“It’s because she wouldn’t have us beholden,” pa says. “ ’Fore God, I do the best that ere a man.” Is it because Jewel’s mother is a horse, Darl? I said.
“Maybe I can draw the ropes a little tighter,” Darl says. That’s why Jewel and I were both in the shed and she was in the wagon because the horse lives in the barn and I had to keep on running the bustard away from
“If you just would,” Cash says. And Dewey Dell hasn’t got a broken leg and I haven’t. Cash is my brother.
We stop. When Darl loosens the rope Cash begins to sweat again. His teeth look out.
“Hurt?” Darl says.
“I reckon you better put it back,” Cash says.
Darl puts the rope back, pulling hard. Cash’s teeth look out.
“Hurt?” Darl says.
“It don’t bother none,” Cash says.
“Do you want pa to drive slower?” Darl says.
“No,” Cash says. “Ain’t no time to hang back. It don’t bother none.”
“We’ll have to get some medicine at Mottson,” pa says. “I reckon we’ll have to.”