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[英文] 《Burial Detail 》作者:- Kristine Kathryn Rusch【EPUB】

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Burial Detail by Kristine Kathryn Rusch A photographer's wagon sets ta the edge a this field. His horse nuzzles the dry ground while the photographer --a white man --roots in the back, pullin out stuff like a man sittin up camp. I stand in fronta my full litter and watch --anythin for a break. Behind me, Dawson says sumpin loud enough for me ta hear, but too low for me ta catch the words. I don't miss the meanin. He thinks I don't work hard enough. Maybe not. I ain't supposed ta be here. Battlegrounds is dangerous for a man like me, even battlegrounds ten months old. But I need the money and the U.S. government is payin more than I'd make anywhere else. Luce is pregnant, and times is so different now. Different than they was a month ago. If we kin get out a Virginia, we kin live a real life. A real life --that's worth touchin the souls a the dead. The white man, he gets out a the wagon, draggin a long three legged black stand. He ain't that tall, kinda skinny, with a big black beard and stringy hair. His coat's too warm for the day, even though the air's got a bite. He'll be bakin before the afternoon's out. April in Virginia's a bad mix a hot and cold; mornins like ta freeze your hands and afternoons sometimes make you sweat. I ain't got many clothes but I wear my oldest pants, a heavy shirt I kin pull off
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