The Girlfriend Quotes in The Half-Skinned Steer
The old man’s hair was falling out, Mero was twenty-three and Rollo twenty and she played them all like a deck of cards. If you admired horses you’d go for her with her arched neck and horsy buttocks, so high and haunchy you’d want to clap her on the rear. The wind bellowed around the house, driving crystals of snow through the cracks of the warped log door and all of them in the kitchen seemed charged with some intensity of purpose.
I’ll tell you, on Tin Head’s ranch things went wrong. Chickens changed color overnight, calves was born with three legs, his kids was piebald and his wife always crying for blue dishes. Tin Head never finished nothing he started, quit halfway through a job every time … He was a mess with the galvy plate eating at his brain and his ranch and his family was a mess. But … they had to eat, didn’t they, just like anybody else?
Every year Tin Head butchers one of his steers, and that’s what they’d eat all winter long … he hits the steer a good one with the axe and it drops stun down. He ties up the back legs, hoists it up and sticks it, shoves the tub under to catch the blood. When it’s bled out pretty good he … starts skinning it … and he gets the hide off about halfway and starts thinking about dinner. So he leaves the steer half-skinned there on the ground … but first he cuts out the tongue which is his favorite dish.
Tin Head is just startled to pieces when he don’t see that steer … but way over there in the west on the side of the mountain he sees something moving stiff and slow, stumbling along … it was the steer, never making no sound. And just then it stops and it looks back … Tin Head can see the raw meat of the head and the shoulder muscles … and its red eyes glaring at him, pure teetotal hate like arrows coming at him, and he knows he is done for and all of his kids and their kids is done for.
The Girlfriend Quotes in The Half-Skinned Steer
The old man’s hair was falling out, Mero was twenty-three and Rollo twenty and she played them all like a deck of cards. If you admired horses you’d go for her with her arched neck and horsy buttocks, so high and haunchy you’d want to clap her on the rear. The wind bellowed around the house, driving crystals of snow through the cracks of the warped log door and all of them in the kitchen seemed charged with some intensity of purpose.
I’ll tell you, on Tin Head’s ranch things went wrong. Chickens changed color overnight, calves was born with three legs, his kids was piebald and his wife always crying for blue dishes. Tin Head never finished nothing he started, quit halfway through a job every time … He was a mess with the galvy plate eating at his brain and his ranch and his family was a mess. But … they had to eat, didn’t they, just like anybody else?
Every year Tin Head butchers one of his steers, and that’s what they’d eat all winter long … he hits the steer a good one with the axe and it drops stun down. He ties up the back legs, hoists it up and sticks it, shoves the tub under to catch the blood. When it’s bled out pretty good he … starts skinning it … and he gets the hide off about halfway and starts thinking about dinner. So he leaves the steer half-skinned there on the ground … but first he cuts out the tongue which is his favorite dish.
Tin Head is just startled to pieces when he don’t see that steer … but way over there in the west on the side of the mountain he sees something moving stiff and slow, stumbling along … it was the steer, never making no sound. And just then it stops and it looks back … Tin Head can see the raw meat of the head and the shoulder muscles … and its red eyes glaring at him, pure teetotal hate like arrows coming at him, and he knows he is done for and all of his kids and their kids is done for.
