6/21/2023 0 Comments The fiery cross novelBrianna had nodded at this, handed Jemmy to Lizzie, then walked slowly around the carcass, squinting in deep thought. Before being forcibly returned to the surgery, Jamie had estimated the buffalo's weight at something between eighteen hundred and two thousand pounds. Dark as it was, I could pick Brianna's tall, pale figure out of the horde of demons hacking at the buffalo-keeping order, I thought. Near the fire, the skirted bell-shapes of women showed, bending and reaching in silent ballet. Some attacked the hanging carcass, armed with knives and hatchets others plodded laden away, carrying slabs of flesh and buckets of fat. A bonfire had been lit near the blackberry bushes, and silhouetted figures darted everywhere, disappearing in and out of flames and shadow. The spruces stood black against the dying glow, as did the gibbet in the center of the yard, and the grisly remains that swung from it. The sun had all but set, flaming gold in the last ragged leaves of the chestnut trees. Exhaustion lent the scene in the dooryard an extra tinge of surrealism-not that it needed much extra. 92 I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS I LEANED MY FOREHEAD against the cool glass of my surgery window, blinking at the scene outside.
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