The Bunkhouse

Sure. Ya see the stable buck’s a nigger.

Well, that was a lie. An’ I’m damn glad it was. If I was a relative of yours I’d shoot myself.

Yeah. Nice fella too. Got a crooked back where a horse kicked him. The boss gives him hell when he’s mad. But the stable buck don’t give a damn about that. He reads a lot. Got books in his room.

“He can do anything you tell him,” said George. “He’s a good skinner. He can rassel grain bags, drive a cultivator. He can do anything. Just give him a try.”

He’s my … cousin. I told his old lady I’d take care of him. He got kicked in the head by a horse when he was a kid.

I don’ like this place, George. This ain’t no good place. I wanna get outa here.

A guy on a ranch don’t never listen nor he don’t ast no questions.

Candy looked for help from face to face. It was quite dark outside by now.

“Well, you ain’t bein’ kind to him keepin’ him alive,” said Carlson. “Look, Slim’s bitch got a litter right now. I bet Slim would give you one of them pups to raise up, wouldn’t you, Slim?”

I think you got your han' caught in a machine. If you don't tell nobody what happened, we ain't going to. But you jus' tell an' try to get this guy canned and we'll tell ever'body, an' then will you get the laugh.