ILLUSTRATIONS

I went out after the men to help them bring in the cattle

From the start something about him wasn’t very pleasant

I didn’t reply—I couldn’t

I caught a glimpse of that dead white face

I heard something again rattle softly against the side window

Something flung around and smacked me in the face

It staggered out from the bushes and laid down in the clearing

Mon oncle threw le maire out of the door

We coasted down the path, a long glorious swoop of ride

Mon oncle climbed into the cockpit, in between the wings

We stole along through those gravestones, hearing the wind come sighing to us

We crossed the creek, the water wetting us to the skin

That blind peddler—I thought I saw him bending over me—and he wasn’t wearing his glasses!

We saw mon oncle land. Three men from the black limousine ran to him