But Monte come to
the shack and watched Cash through a knothole the size of one eye
till Cash opened up his heart and the bag. Cash cut his thumb
opening tomatoes. The tomatoes wasn't hurt any.
June 20.
Got breakfast. Bill and harem did not come to water. Cash done
the regular hike after them. His thumb don't hurt him for hazing
donkeys. Bill and harem come in after Cash left. They must of saw
him go. Cash was out four hours and come in mad. Shot a
hidrophobia skunk out by the creek. Nothing doing. Too hot.
June 21.
The sun would blister a mud turtle so he'd holler. Cash put in
most of day holding a parasol over his garden patch. Burros did
not miss their daily drink. Night brings mosquitoes with their
wings singed but their stingers O.K. They must hole up daytimes
or they would fry.
June 22.
Thought I know what heat was. I never did before. Cash took a
bath. It was his first. Burros did not come to water. Cash and I
tried to sleep on kitchen roof but the darned mosquitoes fed up
on us and then played heavenly choir all night.
June 25.
Cash got back from Bend. Thumb is better and he can have this
job any time now. He hustled up a widow that made a couple of
mosquito bags to go over our heads.
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