Show FICTION THE TRAP CORNER By Daniel 1 Howie called Over Olds set the rake against the barn and ran over the knoll to the 1 Howie was bun- 8 tree trussed Fiction and very I I whooshed from Trist's thin lips as he undid the that's good I'll finish by Get to the barn It may be ablaze by amazement on his whisker-framed jounced his aging bones and came up the Incline breathing Flame licked over the He swept up two pails and raced down to the Howie came running They scampered around for half an At last the smoke began to trail for said we'll have to keep a sharp When Sheriff Howie had changed clothes and was rocking on the all this about barns Hasn't been anything like this since I copped the tried It right said of any strangers in said little They're from round But I either or Long Is the guilty party either one or fired the crusty cake in his pipe and you figure They're He led a coll of black wire through deep grass until he reached the pine He attached the wire to the house the last couple weeks they tried to buy out my Kept upping the but I told I got no yen to sell this they make any sure wasn't I'll hunt around town and ask some Ring me anything turns and Trist alternated on HOWIE Chores were left during the night before Howie told Trist to discontinue the he slipped out to the barn and emerged with a shovel and He worked and as light gray rose over the he laid out the last strips of straw and returned the tools to the barn and came He led a coil of black wire through deep grass until he reached the pine He wound the wire around and attached the house bell he had in his back The next morning he said to use to keep up the They're not likely to come Trist well get back to The unexpected shrill of the house jell came that Howie rushed out without donning Trist behind him that bell But Howie did not He swept the pit with a powerful picking up their One's bandanna slipped as he tried to escape the slippery pit and he Trist's youngest son The boy's large with lit on Trist and he cried Howie's flash went out He heard them stumbling The telephone ra- before Hew i could make his call 1 was one of was it bought out Trist's boys to fire my were I didn't know I mean about the They wanted the money Trist couldn't do nothing with Afraid they'd get caught so he kept his mouth I broke Long He to blame but I got him to admit something like what he was up was I'd hate to prosecute anyone no harm don't want you I thought about laughed his won't be around after tomorrow I'm him leave |