said “Why?” without the words. And that’s why I can talk to him with knowing with hating because he knows.
He stands in the door, looking at her.
“What you want, Darl?” I say.
“She is going to die,” he says. And old turkey-buzzard Tull coming to watch her die but I can fool them.
“When is she going to die?” I say.
“Before we get back,” he says.
“Then why are you taking Jewel?” I say.
“I want him to help me load,” he says.