"What a way to wake up It was the same thing... "What a way to wake up It was the same thing Gallagher had said
"Yeah, well, I just wasn't ridin' on my ass either, waitin' for them to come," Croft saidHe shivered for a moment in the early morning air and realized with a pang of shame that for the first time in his life he had been really afraid"The sonsofbitchin' Japs," he saidHis legs were tired and he turned to go back to his gunI hate the bastards, he said to himself, a terrible rage working through his weary body
"One of these days I'm gonna really get me a Jap," he whispered aloudThe river was slowly carrying the bodies downstream
"At least," Gallagher said, "if we got to stay here a couple of days, the fuggers won't be stinkin' up the joint
The Time Machine:
SAM CROFT
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A lean man of medium height but he held himself so erectly he appeared tallHis narrow triangular face was utterly without expressionThere seemed nothing wasted in his hard small jaw, gaunt firm cheeks and straight short noseHis gelid eyes were very bluehe was efficient and strong and usually empty and his main cast of mind was a superior contempt toward nearly all other menHe hated weakness and he loved practically nothingThere was a crude unformed vision in his soul but he was rarely conscious of it
No, but why is Croft that way?
Oh, there are answersHe is that way because of the corruption-of-the-societyHe is that way because the devil has claimed him for one of his ownIt is because he is a Texan; it is because he has
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He is that kind of man because the only woman he ever loved cheated on him, or he was born that way, or he was having problems of adjustment
Croft's father, Jesse Croft, liked to say, "Well, now, my Sam is a mean boyI reckon he was whelped mean And then Jesse Croft, thinking of his wife who was ailing, a weak woman sweet and mild, might add, " 'Course Sam got mother's milk if ever a one did, but Ah figger it turned sour for him 'cause that was the only way his stomach would take it Then he would cackle and blow his nose into his hand and wipe it on the back of his pale-blue dungarees(Standing before his dirty wood barn, the red dry soil of western Texas under his feet "Why, Ah 'member once Ah took Sam huntin', he was only
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"Couldn't stand to have anyone beat him in anythin'
"Never could lick himAh'd beat the piss out o' him, and he'd never make a soundJus' stand there lookin' at me as if he was fixin' to wallop me back, or maybe put a bullet in mah head
Croft hunted earlyIn the winter, in the chill Texas desert, it used to be a cold numbing ride across twenty miles of rutted hard-baked road with the dust blowing like emery into the open battered FordThe two big men in the front would say little, and
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Now, look, boy, see that trail, that's a deer runThey ain't hardly a man is smart enough to track down a deerYou set an' wait for 'em, and you set where the wind is blowin' down from the deer to youYou got to wait a long time
The boy sits shivering in the woodAh'm fugged if Ah'll wait for any ole deerAh'm gonna track 'em
He stalks through the forest with the wind on his faceIt's dark, and the trees are silver-brown, and the ground is a deep-olive velvetWhere is that ole deer? He kicks a twig out of his way, and stiffens as a buck goes clattering through the brushGoddam! Ole deer is
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