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how long would it take a six-foot-two-inch man to suffocate? Too long. It was to his neck now. Kernels touched his lips, slid inside his ears.
What normally happened, wasn’t.
naval stores.
Liquid product from conifers. Terpentine etc
the longleaf pines were tapped out,
Overharvesting.
woods riders, or tally men, it was how they kept up with what was being done
He’d heard of something like this being used as a disciplinary measure. It was called a sweatbox and for good reason. Curious, Del looked around,
Herty system.
That kind of camp. Maybe this had been a mistake, but, he was already indebted. Leaving when one owed meant the boss men could do what they wanted. They were law unto themselves—would, and could, do as they pleased.
even in this, Warren had somehow bungled. The gun lay on the floor by his hand. She knelt by his side
some trees don’t touch one another at the top, and if you look up, you can see a blue sky river cutting through the green.” Del looked up, but the waving tops of pines revealed no sky river. Crow said, “It’s a new finding. They got a name for it. Crown shyness.”
“Some seventy years ago when Lincoln wrote that emancipation shit, boy, that done it. It ain’t been the same since. One thing’s certain. It don’t count for nothing, not in these woods. I like keeping things as nature intended.
loblollys
If we stuck together, all of us, things might change. Ain’t but the one box. He can’t put all of us in it.”
hair longish, cheeks and chin bearded. To her mind’s eye he was the saddest-looking feller she’d ever laid eyes on,
“Tar Heel!”
Origin?
Ballard came by and spoke to her. “You’re off by four hundred trees,
How Is that possible to do so much ?
can’t be having no more opportunities for’em to run.” The work hands shuffled about, hearing the big boss man discuss men escaping. Del had heard of Woodall only a couple times. He had a pack a coon hounds used to hunt the ones who took off.
Treated like slaves
“Man, woman. Colored, white. You go too far. You always go too far.”
The box held on to those who’d been there before her, the bits and pieces of them,
This was punishment for what she’d done.
Both have sins.
Except now he had that issue. There’d been a time or two after coming to the camp when he tried to help himself do what was supposed to come naturally, and both times ended in failure,
They didn’t make numbers ’cause you already whipped on’em over something else entirely different. Ain’t you noticed they can’t work proper when they all tore up, or if you stick’em in the box?
“You interested in her, him, whatever it is?”
“If he’s caught, they’ll bring him in with a rope tied from his neck to his hands. I seen’em drag one in behind
Instead, Cornelia leaned in and pressed her mouth to Rae Lynn’s, an awkward move that
He’d seen Cornelia kiss her. He would kill her. That’s what he’d do. He’d kill her.
hot tar, and it ran in slow motion over her beautiful dark hair, her cheeks, and her neck. A glob of it fell into Rae Lynn’s lap. Mouth open, soundless, Cornelia lurched to her
This Scene is so over the top.
didn’t matter what he liked. Any talk of longer hair brought to mind cutting hers off
The house was wallpapered,
Lots of work
WWI Bonus Army camping out in Washington, D.C.,
Interrsting
“Joey’s was a hard birth. It’ll do me good not to have so much on me around here. I need to rest as much as I can. I can’t if y’all ain’t here to help. At least till after the baby comes. Please?”
So much melodrama
She thought maybe she ought to go see about his grave. But, if she went, she might get caught . . . no.
Terrible Idea
Butch, his voice a lament, replied, “I know exactly what you mean.”
Stupid
liked someone once, back when I was sixteen. Her name was Rebecca. We started spending time together. She liked coming to my house because her daddy was so strict, and she was afraid of
abomination
