By Castle Freeman
A amazing and intricate portrait of a land and its humans in transition.
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Hulon Bear," the girl said. "You're kidding," said Hugh. " "But not in Brattleboro," said Hugh "You've been in Brattleboro. " Hugh said. "Texas? He's in Texas? " "I'm not worried about him," the girl said. " Hugh said. " "Car died," the girl said. "You were looking to put as much country as you could between you and old Hulon before he gets out," Hugh said. " "Well," Hugh said. " "Tyler McClellan," the girl said. " said Hugh. "That's quite a name. " "I guess," said the girl. "Like Scarlett O'Hara," Hugh said.
Never. And I'm talking about girls from here: Brattleboro, the Falls, White River. Nobody came for them, even from that close. Do you see what I'm saying? Do you think some guy is going to come all the way from Texas to here when they won't make the trip from White River? I'm not worried. He'll be here, she said. Well, maybe, maybe not. These girls who come here, to Page 15 tell the truth, half of them are let down when the men they think they're hiding from don't find them, don't even try. The fact is, those men couldn't care less, they have long since found some other girl to beat up on.
Whose woods were these he knew damned well: they were his. Every tree, every flower, every rock of them belonged to him. Ahead, beyond the trees, was the round thirty-acre hayfield they called top-of-the-woods. He owned it, too. From top-of-the-woods you could see over to the neighboring place, also his, as was the farm adjoining it farther down the valley toward the village, as was the one after that. Benteen owned them all. He farmed them all, farmed them, anyway, in a manner of speaking. A kind of farm.