“Though I have to admit, some of those little buggers were pretty cute, except when they cried; I hate to hear kids cry on and on, little brats, but definitely, most certainly they had their cute moments, especially when, no, that was that little Mexican kid.” The professor knew he was babbling too much, but felt unable to stop. “Yessir, cute. And spunky too. All except for that one that puked on you every time you picked her up…” Finally he was able to stop the flow of useless drivel and risked a glance at his assistant. Her face was stone and her eyes dark.
“I have to get started on my work. “Laura’s words were brusque as she turned to leave.
Snood made his Camel last as long as there was room on the butt for his nicotine-stained fingers to handle the fag. Then he flipped the coal out onto the yellow sand and stood there contemplating on his bezoars. A speck of movement caught his eye. As he squinted into the sun, he spied a small group on horseback coming through the debouchment at the other end of the dusty valley. Unease wound its way through his emotions as he reflected on the impassability of that narrow cut through which the long dead creek had crept. It was obvious the small group was headed towards his camp, and he wished he had shaved that morning.
“I have to get started on my work. “Laura’s words were brusque as she turned to leave.
Snood made his Camel last as long as there was room on the butt for his nicotine-stained fingers to handle the fag. Then he flipped the coal out onto the yellow sand and stood there contemplating on his bezoars. A speck of movement caught his eye. As he squinted into the sun, he spied a small group on horseback coming through the debouchment at the other end of the dusty valley. Unease wound its way through his emotions as he reflected on the impassability of that narrow cut through which the long dead creek had crept. It was obvious the small group was headed towards his camp, and he wished he had shaved that morning.
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