Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter VI
“UndMist’rPraicelie,hesay,’Dosemairschellwoandledyouschoot,Bismarck,’undME,achGott,ME,aindtImine-sellufoneoafdosemairschell?”
Asthetwofriendsrodeon,PresleyhadinhismindtheimageofMinnaHooven,veryprettyinacleangownofpinkgingham,acheapstrawsailorhatfromaBonnevillestoreonherblueblackhair.Herememberedherverypaleface,veryredlipsandeyesofgreenishblue,—aprettygirlcertainly,alwaystrailingagroupofmenbehindher.HerloveaffairswerethetalkofallLosMuertos.
“IhopethatHoovengirlwon’tgotothebad,”PresleysaidtoHarran.
“Oh,she’sallright,”theotheranswered.“There’snothingviciousaboutMinna,andIguessshe’llmarrythatforemanontheditchgang,rightenough.”
“Well,asamatterofcourse,she’sagoodgirl,”Presleyhastenedtoreply,“onlyshe’stooprettyforapoorgirl,andtoosureofherprettinessbesides.That’sthekind,”hecontinued,“whowouldfinditprettyeasytogowrongiftheylivedinacity.”
AroundCaraher’swasaveritablethrong.Saddlehorsesandbuggiesbythescorewereclusteredunderneaththeshedorhitchedtotherailingsinfrontofthewateringtrough.ThreeofBroderson’sPortuguesetenantsandacoupleofworkmenfromtherailroadshopsinBonnevillewereontheporch,alreadyverydrunk.
Continually,youngmen,singlyoringroups,camefromthedoor-way,wipingtheirlipswithsidelonggesturesofthehand.Thewholeplaceexhaledthefebrilebustleofthesaloononaholidaymorning.
