See them? I just knows there's plenty under
all o' them hickor'nut trees. I bet that's where Little Stray and
Ned's chillen picks up their'n."
"Papa won't like it!"
"We'll run and get back quick. Your mama still ain't back to
the buggy. And your papa won't never know we's went. Look at him.
He's just walkin' back and forth. Come on, Bandershanks! We's
gotta run fast!"
We did run fast, but it was farther across the cornfield than
we had thought. When we finally got to the clump of hickory
trees, all we could find were a few hulls lying around on the
ground, and they were buried in dried-up leaves.
"I don't see none to pick up, Shoogie!"
"Squirrels has et them all."
"Shoogie, let's go back."
Shoogie caught my sleeve. "Be quiet a minute," she whispered.
"I thought sho' I heerd somebody out in the woods. Yeah! Look!
Some man with his shotgun! Run back in the field! He may be
mean!"
"A man? Where?"
"'Tween them 'simmon trees! We's gotta hide, Bandershanks!
Quick! Get behind these bushes!" Shoogie pulled me into some high
weeds.
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