I find an abandoned house with a porch and stop to rest for a few days. No sooner am I sitting on it than Jeb walks up from the road.
Say you found that ole gal at the turnaround? Jeb says.
He always talks like he has a mouthful of hot oatmeal.
What gal? I say.
That un was left up yander. Had on a nightgown.
I saw her, I say anxiously. Tried to help her but she wouldn’t have any help and I left her there.
She’s went to the sheriff, Jeb says.
They’s done arrested Holmes.
That’s his problem. I had nothing to do with it.
She says you did.
Then she’s a lying tub of yellow shit.
I just thought I’d tell ye, he says, moving off.