Ree Dolly stood at the break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees across the creek. Carcasses hung pale of flesh with fatty gleam from low limbs of saplings in the side yards. Three halt haggard houses formed a kneeling rank on the far creekside and each had two or more skinned torsos dangling by rope from sagged limbs, venison left to the weather for two nights and three days so the early blossoming of decay might round the flavor, sweeten that meat to the bone.
Daniel WoodrellTag: meat winter poverty ozarks venison
Nobody here wants to be awful," he said. He hopped a little as he zipped up. "It's just nobody here knows all the rules yet, and that makes a rocky time.
Daniel WoodrellRee followed a path made by prey uphill through scrub, across a bald knob and downhill into a section of pine trees and pine scent and that pious shade and silence pines create. Pine trees in low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.
Daniel WoodrellPine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.
Daniel WoodrellHe was almost twenty and Ree knew most girls would call him handsome or dreamy or some such. Sandy hair, blue eyes, put together strong, with bright teeth and one of those smiles.
Daniel WoodrellTag: description
I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
Daniel WoodrellTag: self-knowledge depression hillbilly-noir
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The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.
Daniel WoodrellTag: macabre
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