Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 12
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Isawmothertightenherlipsinself-controleresheanswered:
“WearefromArkansas.”
“Iguessyougotgoodreasonstodenywhereyoucomefrom,”henextsaid,“youthatdrovetheLord’speoplefromMissouri.”
Mothermadenoreply.
“...Seein’,”hewenton,afterthepauseaccordedher,“asyou’renowcomin’a-whinin’an’a-beggin’breadatourhandsthatyoupersecuted.”
Whereupon,andinstantly,childthatIwas,Iknewanger,theold,red,intolerantwrath,everunrestrainableandunsubduable.
“Youlie!”Ipipedup.“Weain’tMissourians.Weain’twhinin’.An’weain’tbeggars.Wegotthemoneytobuy.”
“Shutup,Jesse!”mymothercried,landingthebackofherhandstinginglyonmymouth.Andthen,tothestranger,“Goawayandlettheboyalone.”
“I’llshootyoufulloflead,youdamnedMormon!”Iscreamedandsobbedathim,tooquickformymotherthistime,anddancingawayaroundthefirefromtheback-sweepofherhand.
Asforthemanhimself,myconducthadnotdisturbedhimintheslightest.
