友情提示:如果本网页打开太慢或显示不完整,请尝试鼠标右键“刷新”本网页!
jg.paintedhouse-第35部分
快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部! 如果本书没有阅读完,想下次继续接着阅读,可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能!
The Spruills were scurrying about; trying to catch us。 Tally had spread the word about the carnival; and even Trot seemed to be moving with a purpose。
When we crossed the river; I looked long and hard down the field road that led to the Latchers' place; but their little shack was not visible。 I glanced at my father。 He was looking; too; his eyes hard; almost angry。 How could those people have intruded into our lives?
We crept along the gravel road; and soon the Latcher fields were behind us。 By the time we stopped at the highway; I was once again dreaming of the carnival。
Our driver; of course; would never get in a hurry。 With the truck so loaded with people; I doubted if it would do thirty…seven; and Pappy certainly didn't push it。 It took an hour; it seemed。
Stick's patrol car was parked by the Baptist church。 Traffic on Main was already slow; the sidewalks brimming with activity。 We parked; and the Mexicans scattered。 Stick appeared from under a shade tree and walked straight for us。 Gran and my mother headed for the stores。 I hung back with the men; certain that serious matters were about to be discussed。
〃Howdy; Eli。 Jesse;〃 Stick said; his hat tilted to one side; a blade of grass in the corner of his mouth。
〃Afternoon; Stick;〃 Pappy said。 My father just nodded。 They had not e to town to spend time with Stick; and their irritation was just under the surface。
〃I'm thinkin' 'bout arrestin' that Spruill boy;〃 he said。
〃I don't care what you do;〃 Pappy shot back; his anger rising fast。 〃Just wait till the cotton's in。〃
〃Surely you can wait a month;〃 my father said。
Stick chewed on the grass; spat; and said; 〃I suppose so。〃
〃He's a good worker;〃 my father said。 〃And there's plenty of cotton。 You take him now; and we'll lose six field hands。 You know how those people are。〃
〃I suppose I could wait;〃 Stick said again。 He seemed anxious to reach a promise。 〃I been talkin' to a lot of people; and I ain't so sure your boy here is tellin' the truth。〃 He gave me a long look as he said this; and I kicked gravel。
〃Leave him out of it; Stick;〃 my father said。 〃He's just a kid。〃
〃He's seven years old!〃 Pappy snapped。 〃Why don't you find you some real witnesses。〃
Stick's shoulders drew back as if he'd been hit。
〃Here's the deal;〃 Pappy said。 〃You leave Hank alone until the cotton's in; then I'll drive to town and let you know we're finished with him。 At that point; I don't care what you do with him。〃
〃That'll work;〃 Stick said。
〃But I still think you ain't got a case。 It was three against one; Stick; and no jury will convict。〃
〃We'll see;〃 Stick said smugly。 He walked away; thumbs in his pockets; with just enough of a swagger to annoy us。
〃Can I go to the carnival?〃 I asked。
〃Of course you can;〃 Pappy said。
〃How much money do you have?〃 my father asked。
〃Four dollars。〃
〃How much you gonna spend?〃
〃Four dollars。〃
〃I think two's enough。〃
〃How'bout three?〃
〃Make it two…fifty; okay?〃
〃Yes sir。〃 I ran from the church; along the sidewalk; darting between people; and was soon at the baseball field; which was across the street from the Co…op; the Dixie theater; and the pool hall。 The carnival covered it all; from the backstop to the outfield fence。 The Ferris wheel stood in the middle; surrounded by the smaller rides; the booths; and the midway。 Shrill music rattled from the loudspeakers on the merry…go…round and the carousel。 Long lines of people were already waiting。 I could smell popcorn and corn dogs and something frying in grease。
I found the trailer with the cotton candy。 It cost a dime; but I would've paid much more for it。 Dewayne saw me at the midway as I was watching some older boys shoot air guns at little ducks that swam in a pool。 They never hit them; and this was because; according to Pappy; the gun sights were crooked。
Candied apples were also a dime。 We bought one apiece and took our time inspecting the carnival。 There was a witch in a long black dress; black hair; black everything; and for twenty…five cents she could tell your future。 A dark…eyed old lady could do the same thing; for the same price; with tarot cards。 A flamboyant man with a microphone could guess your age or your weight for a dime。 If he didn't get within three years or ten pounds you won a prize。 The midway had the usual collection of games…softballs thrown at milk jugs; basketballs aimed at rims that were too small; darts at balloons; hoops over bottlenecks。
We strolled through the carnival; savoring the noise and excitement。 A crowd was gathering at the far end; near the backstop; and we drifted over。 A large sign proclaimed the presence of 〃Samson; the World's Greatest Wrestler; Direct from Egypt;〃 and under it was a square mat with padded poles in the corners and ropes around it。 Samson was not in the ring; but his appearance was only moments away; according to Delilah; a tall; shapely woman with the microphone。 Her costume revealed all of her legs and most of her chest; and I was certain that never before had so much skin been exposed in public in Black Oak。 She explained; to a silent crowd mostly of men; that the rules were simple。 Samson paid ten…to…one to any person who could stay in the ring with him for one minute。 〃Only sixty seconds!〃 she yelled。 〃And the money is yours!〃 Her accent was strange enough to convince us that they were indeed from another land。 I'd never seen anybody from Egypt; though I knew from Sunday school that Moses had had some adventures there。
She paraded back and forth in front of the ring; all eyes following her every move。 〃On his current tour; Samson has won three hundred matches in a row;〃 she said; tauntingly。 〃In fact; the last time Samson lost was in Russia; when it took three men to beat him; and they had to cheat to do it。〃
Music started blaring from a lone speaker hanging on the sign。 〃And now; ladies and gentlemen!〃 she shouted above the music; 〃I present to you; the one; the only; the greatest wrestler in the world; the incredible Samson!〃
I held my breath。
He bounded from behind a curtain and jumped into the ring amid tepid applause。 Why should we clap for him? He was there to whip us。 His hair was the first thing I noticed。 It was black and wavy and fell to his shoulders like a woman's。 I'd seen illustrations of Old Testament stories where the men had such hair; but that was five thousand years ago。 He was a giant of a man; with a thick body and ridges of muscles clumped around his shoulders and down his chest。 His arms were covered with black hair and looked strong enough to lift buildings。 So that we might get the full benefit of his physique; Samson wasn't wearing a shirt。 Even after we'd spent months in the fields; his skin was much darker than ours; and now I was really convinced that he was from parts unknown。 He had fought Russians!
He strutted around the ring in step with the music; curling his arms and flexing his mammoth muscles。 He performed like this until we'd witnessed all he had; which was more than enough; in my opinion。
〃Who's first?〃 Delilah yelled into the microphone as the music died。 〃Two…dollar minimum!〃
The crowd was suddenly still。 Only a fool would crawl into that ring。
〃I ain't scared;〃 somebody yelled; and we watched in disbelief as a young man I'd never seen before stepped forward and handed two dollars to Delilah。 She took the money and said; 〃Ten…to…one。 Stay in the ring for sixty seconds; and you'll win twenty dollars。〃 She shoved the microphone at the young man and said; 〃What's your name?〃
〃Parley。〃
〃Good luck; Parley。〃
He climbed into the ring as if he had no fear of Samson; who'd been watching without the slightest hint of worry。 Delilah took a mallet and struck a bell on the side of the ring。 〃Sixty seconds!〃 she said。
Parley moved around a bit; then retreated to a corner as Samson took a step in his direction。 Both men studied each other; Samson looking down with contempt; Parley looking up with anticipation。
〃Forty…five seconds!〃 she called out。
Samson moved closer; and Parley darted to the other side of the ring。 Being much smaller; he was also much quicker; and apparently was using the strategy of flight。 Samson stalked him; Parley kept darting。
〃Thirty seconds!〃
The ring was not big enough to run much; and Samson had caught his share of scared rabbits。 He tripped Parley during one of his sprints; and when he picked him up; he wrapped an arm tightly around the boy's head and began a headlock。
〃Oh; looks like the Guillotine!〃 Delilah gushed; with a little too much drama。 〃Twenty seconds!〃
Samson twisted his prey and grimaced with sadistic pleasure; while poor Parley flailed at his side。
〃Ten seconds!〃
Samson whirled and then flung Parley across the ring。 Before Farley could get up; the World's Greatest Wrestler grabbed him by the foot; lifted him in the air; held him over the ropes; and with two seconds to go; dropped him to the ground for the victory。
〃Wow; that was close; Samson!〃 Delilah said into the microphone。
Parley was in a daze; but he walked away in one piece and seemed to be proud of himself。 He had proved his manhood; had shown no fear; and had e within two secon
快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
温馨提示: 温看小说的同时发表评论,说出自己的看法和其它小伙伴们分享也不错哦!发表书评还可以获得积分和经验奖励,认真写原创书评 被采纳为精评可以获得大量金币、积分和经验奖励哦!