The things we do!

Seven
months after Maria died, and they buried her, little hands and all. I went
to her brother Inez and said: 'At six tomorrow morning the master rides to
town, and he'll be alone.' 'I know,' said he. 'You might lend me that
little rifle of yours to shoot him with.' 'I shall be using it myself,'
said he. Then we talked for a bit about other things: the crops, and a big
new well we'd dug. And when I left, I reached down his rifle from the wall
and took it with me. In the timber I heard Inez at my heels, calling to me
to stop. We sat down and talked a bit more this way and that; then Inez
snatched the rifle away from me and went home. Next morning I was up
early, and out at the gate ready to open it for the master; Inez was there
too, hiding in the bushes. I told him he'd better go on ahead; we didn't
want to be two to one. 'He's pistols in his belt.' said Inez; 'but what
about you?' 'I know,' said I; 'but I've a lump of lead here, and that
makes no noise.' I showed him the lump of lead, and he thought for a bit;
then he went home.


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