wrinkled.
When he saw me looking at it, he looked embarrassed.
âLooks real good there,â I said, feeling rather proud.
âHad ta get it out of the way somewhere,â he said.
âOh,â I said. âI thought maybe you put it up there because you liked it.â
âSmart-aleck kid,â he mumbled. âJust like old Pearlie Blake.â
âShe must have been a lot of fun,â I said, thinking of the story he had told me.
âYep, that Pearlie was something,â he laughed softly. âWe used to have the best times together. I remember her dad had a big old pig that was Pearlieâs pet. She used to ride him. She had an old wooden bucket that she took most of the staves out of and turned it upside down over the pigâs back and sat on it like a saddle. And sheâd get on that pig and ride all ever the barnyard.
âOne Sunday we just come back from Sunday School together ⦠all dressed up, and Pearlieâs ma told us to get changed into our old clothes before we played outdoors. Course old Pearlie never listened to her ma, so she just whistled at that pig and it come waddling out, and we both got on its back, and it took off running. Dumped us both right in the hog wallow. Oh, our clothes was covered! The worst thing you ever smelled.
âPearlieâs ma and pa came running, and I thought we was gonna be tanned for that, but when they saw us they busted out laughinâ so hard they couldnât get mad. So Pearlieâs pa just took us over to the horse tank and got a bucket and threw water on both of us till the slop was washed off. Then her ma pressed our clothes out dry. She never did tell my folks, or Iâd a got tanned myself.â
He looked at me for a moment. âYou sure remind me of her,â he said. âSmart-alecky as the day is long!â And he stomped on outdoors to do his chores.
After that I would sometimes sketch him doing things when he was working around the house or the barn. Iâd try to catch the line of his old body or the way he moved, and he would always shake his head and wonder aloud why I didnât get tired of that fool drawing. But he always wanted to see what I had done, and sometimes he would say that it about looked real, which I took to be a compliment, coming from him.
Meanwhile, I was going crazy trying to find enough time to sneak away from home and be with Treasure. I daydreamed that I could get Dad to buy her for me, but I knew it was just a dream. I made my usual big hints about horses at the dinner table every night. I wouldnât dare come right out and ask for a horse, but I thought talking about itâlots of mentions of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans and Triggerâmight help. I always left my Roy Rogers comics lying around in conspicuous places, and cut out all the pictures of horses in the Saturday Evening Post and put them on my mirror.
My dad knew what I was up to and would make his own hints back, about how people who lived in town couldnât have horses unless they wanted a horse sleeping in bed with them, and then I would casually mention that Billy Wild kept his horse in Haskellâs barn, which was very cheap. It was a rule of this game Dad and I seemed to be playing that neither of us ever mentioned directly that I wanted a horse. But I did ask for cowboy boots like Billyâs.
âYou never know when I might have a chance to ride somebody elseâs horse,â I said, trying to sound practical. âAt least I would be prepared with boots.â
My father didnât seem impressed. âItâs dangerous to go riding someone elseâs horse. You never know what might happen.â
Grandma chimed in. âCowboy boots will ruin your feet.â
âOh, Roy Rogers wears them all the time,â I pointed out. âAnd his feet arenât ruined.â
âYouâve got to wear good, sturdy oxfords until your feet stop growing,â said
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