and cursed, the muscles in his freckled arm rippling like the great belt that drove the slab saw.
âHad enough?â
âUhhhh.â The sound was part sigh, part groan.
âHad enough?â
âUhhhh.â
âHad enough?â
âUhhhh.â
âDamn it! I can break yer wrist, Angus. Had enough?â
âUhhhh.â
âHe ainât had enough till yuh can make him put his arm down,â Judd interjected.
âHad enough?â
âUhhhh.â
With a thud, Angusâs arm struck the wood-hard straw.
âPhewwww,â Todd whistled, shaking his head wryly.
Angus massaged his arm. âGo tuh hell,â he growled.
âHuh?â
âGo tuh hell,â the sawyer repeated dully.
âListen, mister ââ
âHERE!â Eben shouted. âHERE! Letâs all have another cripeless beer, eh? Come over here and have a drink, Toddie!â
âShut up fer a second!â Todd snapped.
His fists hung close to his hips, like the hands of a gunfighter. He turned back to Angus.
âWhat was it yuh said tuh me, mister?â
Eben seized Toddâs arm and tugged him toward the churn. âCome on now, Toddie. Come on now, Toddie.â He might have been coaxing an obstinate puppy. âCome on now, Toddie.â
All the way back to the churn, Todd kept looking over his shoulder at the sawyer. Angus continued to kneel by the straw, and he was still rubbing his defeated arm.
Experience told Kevin that before the day ended, these men would fight. Fist fighting was one of the essential rituals in the world of men.
âSing somethinâ, Juddie,â Eben begged.
My name is Howard Carey,
Near Grand Falls I was born,
In a cozy little cottage
On the banks of the St. John â
âToo cripeless sad!â Eben howled. âSing somethinâ cheerful, Juddie!â
Hereâs a cuckoo! Thereâs a cuckoo!
Hereâs a cuckaroo!
Hereâs a cuckoo! Thereâs a cuckoo!
Thereâs a cuckaroo!
âDamn it, man, but yuh make a lot of noise.â Angus Northrup growled, masking his annoyance in a grin. Judd swung on him, glowering.
âA man can make as damn much noise as he damn well wants tuh when heâs in his own damn barn drinkinâ his own goddamn beer!â
âHERE NOW!â Eben yelled. âLet Juddie sing! Come on now, Juddie! Love tuh hear yuh sing. Jist love tuh hear yuh sing, Juddie, boy!â
âYeah,â Judd growled. âYeah.â
âSure,â Angus agreed. âI didnât mean nothinâ Judd. Allus did love tuh hear yuh, sing. Sing somethinâ else, Juddie.â
âBut donât sing nothinâ thatâs too cripeless mournful!â Eben said.
Judd gulped brew and tossed the mug to the sawyer.
âNo hard feelinâs,â he said. âNo hard feelinâs.â
âNo, Juddie. No hard feelinâs.â
âIâd hate tuh think this beer of mine had stirred up hard feelinâs between any of the boys.â
âNo, Juddie. There ainât no hard feelinâs.â
âAre yuh sure, Angus? Are yuh sure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure, Juddie. No hard feelinâs.â
âIâm glad tuh hear that, Angus. I wouldnât want any hard feelinâs. I ainât that kind of a feller, Angus. I donât hold no hard feelinâs.â
âNo, nor me, Juddie. I never held no hard feelinâs against a man in my whole life.â
âAre yuh sure, Angus?â
âYeah, Iâm sure as sure, Juddie. No hard feelinâs a-tall.â
âShake on it?â
âPutâer there, Juddie!â
The two men shook hands.
âSing somethinâ,â Eben cried. âSing somethinâ for cripesâ sake!â
Hereâs a cuckoo! Thereâs a cuckoo!
Hereâs a cuckaroo!
Hereâs a cuckaroo! Thereâs a cuckoo!
Thereâs a cuckaroo!
While Judd sang, Eben resumed his