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Mist’ Johnnie’s privut flour an’ coffee,” Rebecca mu cheap nike free run 2 ttered frightenedly.
“Mr. Johnnie’s, my foot! I suppose it’s his private ham too. You do what I say. Get busy. JohnnieGallegher, come out to the buggy wit nike free run 2 review h me.”
She stalked across the littered yard and climbed into the buggy, noticing with grim satisfactionthat the men were tearing at the ham andcramming bits into their mouths voraciously. They lookedas if they feared it would be taken from them at any minute.
“You are a rare scoun drel!” she cried furiously to Johnnie as he stood at the wheel, his hatpushed back from his lowering brow. “And you can just hand over to me the price of my supplies.
In the future, I’ll bring you provisions every day instead of ordering them by the month. Then youcan’t cheat me.”
“In the future I won’t be here,” said Johnnie Gallegher.
“You mean you are quitting!”
For a moment it was on Scarlett’s hot tongue to cry: “Go and good riddance!” but the cool handof caution stopped her. If Johnnie should quit, what would she do? He had be nike free run plus en doubling theamount of lumber Hugh turned out. And just now she had a big order, the biggest she had ever hadand a rush order at that. She had to get that lumber into Atlanta. If Johnnie quit, whom would sheget to take over the mill?
“Yes, I’m quitting. You put me in complete charge here and you told me that all you expected ofme was nike free trainers uk as much lumber as I could possibly get out. You didn’t tell me how to run my businessthen and I’m not aiming to have you start now. How I get the lumber out is no affair of yours. Youcan’t complain that I’ve fallen down on my bargain. I’ve made money for you and I’ve earned mysalary—and what I could pick up on the side, too. And here you come out here, interfering, askingquestions and breaking my authority in front of the men. How can you expect me to keepdiscipline after this? What if the men do get an occasional lick? The lazy scum deserve worse.
What if they ain’t fed up and pampered? They don’t deserve nothing better. Either you tend to yourbusiness and let me tend to mine or I quit tonight.”
His hard little face looked flintier than ever and Scarlett was in a quandary. If he quit tonight,what would she do? She couldn’t stay here all night guarding the convicts!
Something of her dilemma showed in her eyes for Johnni cheap nike free run e’s expression changed subtly andsome of the hardness went out of his face. There was an easy agreeable note in his voice when hespoke.
“It’s getting late, Mrs. Kennedy, and you’d better be getting on home. We ain’t going to fall outover a little thing like this, are we? S’pose you take ten dollars out of my next month’s wages andlet’s call it square.”
Scarlett’s eyes went unwillingly to the miserable group gnawing on the ham and she thought ofthe sick man lying in the windy shack. She ought to get rid of Johnnie Gallegher. He was a thiefand a brutal man. There was no telling what he did to the convicts when she wasn’t there. But, onthe other hand, he was smart and, God knows, she needed a smart man. Well, she couldn’t partwith him now. He was making money for her. She’d just have to see to it that the convicts got theirproper rations in the future.
“I’ll take twenty dollars out of your wages,” she said shortly, “and I’ll be back and discuss thematter further in the morning.”
She picked up the reins. But she knew there would be no further discussion. She knew that thematter had ended there and she knew Johnnie knew it.
As she drove off down the path to the Decatur road her conscience battled with her desire formoney. She knew she had no business exposing human lives to the hard little man’s mercies. If heshould cause the death of one of them she would be as guilty as he was, for she had kept him incharge after learning of his nike free run 3.0 brutalities. But on the other hand—well, on the other hand, men had nobusiness getting to be convicts. If they broke laws and got caught, then they deserved what theygot. This partly salved her conscience but as she drove down the road the dull thin faces of theconvicts would keep coming back into her mind.
“Oh, I’ll think of them later,” she decided, and pushed the thought into the lumber room of hermind and shut the door upon it.
The sun had completely gone when she reached the bend in the road above Shantytown and thewoods about her were dark. With the disappearance of the sun, a bitter chill had fallen on thetwilight world and a cold wind blew through the dark woods, making the bare boughs crack andthe dead leaves rustle. She had never been out this late by herself and she was uneasy and wishedherself home.
Big nike free 3.0 review Sam was nowhere to be seen and, as she drew rein to wait for him, she worried about hisabsence, fearing the Yankees might have already picked him up. Then she heard footsteps comingup the path from the settlement and a sigh of relief went through her lips. She’d certainly dressSam down for keeping her waiting.
But it wasn’t Sam who came round the bend.
It was a big ragged white man and a squat black negro with shoulders and chest like a gorilla.
Swiftly she flapped the reins on the horse’s back and clutched the pistol. The horse started to trotand suddenly shied as the white man threw up his hand.
“Lady,” he said, “can you give me a quarter? I’m sure hungry.”
“Get out of the way,” she answered, keeping her voice as steady as she could. “I haven’t got anymoney. Giddap.”
With a sudden swift movement the man’s han nike free 5.0 v4 d was on the horse’s bridle.
“Grab her!” he shouted to the negro. “She’s probably got her money in her bosom!”
What happened next was like a nightmare to Scarlett, and it all happened so quickly. Shebrought up her pistol swiftly and some instinct told her not to fire at the white man for fear ofshooting the horse. As the negro came running to the buggy, his black face twisted in a leeringgrin, she fired point-blank at him. Whether or not she hit him, she never knew, but the next minutethe pistol was wrenched from her hand by a grasp that almost broke her wrist. The negro wasbeside her, so close that she could smell the rank odor of him as he tried to drag her over the buggyside. With her one free hand she fought madly, clawing at his face, and then she felt his big hand ather throat and, with a ripping noise, her basqu nike free running shoes e was torn open from neck to waist. Then the blackhand fumbled between her breasts, and terror and revulsion such as she had never known cameover her and she screamed like an insane woman.
“Shut her up! Drag her out!” cried the white man, and the black hand fumbled across Scarlett’sface to her mouth. She bit as savagely as she could and then screamed again, and through herscreaming she heard the white man swear and realized that there was a third man in the dark road.
The black hand dropped from her mouth and the negro leaped away as Big Sam charged at him.
“Run, Miss Scarlett!” yelled Sam, grappling with the negro; and Scarlett, shaking andscreaming, clutched up the reins and whip and laid them both over the horse. It went off at a jumpand she felt the wheels pass over something soft, something resistant. It was the nike free 3.0 sale white man wholay in the road where Sam had knocked him down.
Maddened by terror, she lashed the horse again and again and it struck a gait that made thebuggy rock and sway. Through her terror she was conscious of the sound of feet running behindher and she screamed at the horse to go faster. If that black ape got her again, she would die beforehe even got his hands upon her.
A voice yelled behind her: “Miss Scarlett! Stop!”
Without slacking, nike free review she looked trembling over her shoulder and saw Big Sam racing down theroad behind her, his long legs working like hard-driven pistons. She drew rein as he came up andhe flung himself into the buggy, his big body crowding her to one side. Sweat and blood werestreaming down his face as he panted:
“Is you hu’t? Did dey hu’t you?”
She could not speak, but seeing the direction o nike free f his eyes and their quick averting, she realizedthat her basque was open to the waist and her bare bosom and corset cover were showing. With ashaking hand she clutched the two edges together and bowing her head began to cry in terrifiedsobs.
“Gimme dem lines,” said Sam, snatching the reins from her. “Hawse, mek tracks!”
The whip cracked and the startled horse went off at a wild gallop that threatened to throw the buggy into the ditch.
“Ah hope Ah done kill dat black baboon. But Ah din’ wait ter fine out,” he panted. “But ef hehahmed you, Miss Scarlett, Ah’ll go back an’ mek sho of it.”
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