The Sheriff
continues, to Feemy] And what do you mean, you lying jade, by
putting up this story on us about Blanco?
FEEMY. I aint put up no story on you. This is a plant: you see if
it isnt.
[Strapper returns with a woman. Her expression of intense grief
silences them as they crane over one another's heads to see her.
Strapper takes her to the corner of the table. The Elder moves up
to make room for her.]
BLANCO [terrified]: that woman aint real. You take care. That
woman will make you do what you never intended. Thats the rainbow
woman. Thats the woman that brought me to this.
THE SHERIFF. Shut your mouth, will you. Youve got the horrors.
[To the woman] Now you. Who are you? and what are you doing with
a horse that doesn't belong to you?
THE WOMAN. I took it to save my child's life. I thought it would
get me to a doctor in time. It was choking with croup.
BLANCO [strangling, and trying to laugh] A little choker: thats
the word for him. His choking wasn't real: wait and see mine. [He
feels his neck with a sob].
THE SHERIFF. Where's the child?
STRAPPER. On Pug Jackson's bench in his shed. He's makin a coffin
for it.
BLANCO [with a horrible convulsion of the throat--frantically]
Dead! The little Judas kid! The child I gave my life for! [He
breaks into hideous laughter].
THE SHERIFF [jarred beyond endurance by the sound] Hold you
noise! will you? Shove his neckerchief into his mouth if he don't
stop.
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