Somehow his great-grandfather had survived for seventeen days, before he was rescued by a couple of rattlesnake hunters. Kate Barlow had left his great-grandfather to face the hot barren desert.
It probably wasn’t a whole lot different from the way he himself felt now. He tried to imagine how he must have felt after Kissin’ Kate had left him stranded in the desert. Walking across the desolate wasteland, Stanley thought about his great-grandfather-not the pig stealer but the pig stealer’s son, the one who was robbed by Kissin’ Kate Barlow. He didn’t want to be out there alone with Mr. He realized that once again he would be digging long after everyone else had quit. Stanley looked out through the haze of heat and dirt at the other boys, lowering and raising their shovels. “He’s not going to die,” the Warden said. Stanley could see the muscles on his face jump and twitch. “I suggest you go back to your hole now.” Then his head jerked violently, and he let out a shrill scream, worse than the one before. “If you must know,” said the Warden, “I liked it better when you smoked.”įor a second, Mr. “I don’t especially care about your sunflower seeds.” He let himself fall over, rolling off the hearth and onto the rug. Sir screamed and clutched his face with both hands. It took a moment for the venom to sink in.
Stanley didn’t know if the redness was caused by her nail polish or his blood. He had three long red marks slanting across the left side of his face. She stepped toward him and struck him across the face.
“No, he says he stole them, but I think it was-” “So you think he stole your sunflower seeds?”
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