“I di’n’t mean no harm, George.” “Well, get the hell out and wash your face.”
CHAPTER 4
CROOKS, the Negro stable buck, had his bunk in the harness room; a little shed that leaned off the wall of the barn.
On one side of the little room there was a square four-paned window, and on the other, a narrow plank door leading into the barn.
Crooks' bunk was a long box filled with straw, on which his blankets were flung.
On the wall by the window there were pegs on which hung broken harness in process of being mended;
strips of new leather; and under the window itself a little bench for leatherworking tools,
curved knives and needles and balls of linen thread, and a small hand riveter.
On pegs were also pieces of harness, a split collar with the horsehair stuffing sticking out,
a broken hame, and a trace chain with its leather covering split.
Crooks had his apple box over his bunk, and in it a range of medicine bottles, both for himself and for the horses.
There were cans of saddle soap and a drippy can of tar with its paint brush sticking over the edge.
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