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he apples hung until a wind at the equinox	A
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That heaped the beach with black weed filled the dry grass	B
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Under the old trees with rosy fruit	C
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In the morning Fayne Fraser gathered the sound ones into a	D
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basket	E
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The bruised ones into a pan One place they lay so thickly	F
She knelt to reach them	G
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Her husband's brother passing	H
Along the broken fence of the stubble field	I
His quick brown eyes took in one moving glance	J
A little gopher snake at his feet flowing through the stubble	K
To gain the fence and Fayne crouched after apples	L
With her mop of red hair like a glowing coal	M
Against the shadow in the garden The small shapely reptile	N
Flowed into a thicket of dead thistle stalks	O
Around a fence post but its tail was not hidden	P
The young man drew it all out and as the coil	Q
Whipped over his wrist smiled at it he stepped carefully	F
Across the sag of the wire When Fayne looked up	R
His hand was hidden she looked over her shoulder	S
And twitched her sunburnt lips from small white teeth	T
To answer the spark of malice in his eyes but turned	U
To the apples intent again Michael looked down	V
At her white neck rarely touched by the sun	P
But now the cinnabar colored hair fell off from it	W
And her shoulders in the light blue shirt and long legs like a boy's	X
Bare ankled in blue jean trousers the country wear	Y
He stooped quietly and slipped the small cool snake	Z
Up the blue denim leg Fayne screamed and writhed	W
Clutching her thigh 'Michael you beast ' She stood up	R
And stroked her leg with little sharp cries the slender invader	S
Fell down her ankle	K
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Fayne snatched for it and missed	W
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Michael stood by rejoicing his rather small	A2
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Finely cut features in a dance of delight	W
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Fayne with one sweep flung at his face	B2
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All the bruised and half spoiled apples in the pan	C2
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A fragrant volley and while he staggered under it	W
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The hat fallen from his head she found one thoroughly	F
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Soft rotten brown in the long white grass and threw	D2
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For the crown of his dark head but perfectly missed	W
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Crying 'Quits We're even ' They stood and warily smiled at each	E2
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other	S
In the heavy sweet apple air	Y
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The garden was sunken lower than	C2
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the little fields it had many fragrances	F2
And its own shadow while the cows lay in the stream bed large	G2
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sycamore leaves dropped on their flanks the yellow	H2
Heads of the hills quivered with sun and the straining sea glare	Y
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Fayne said 'Where did it go poor thing '	-
Looking for the little serpent Michael said gravely 'That's to	D2
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remember me by I wish I could do worse	I2
I'm going away ' 'What ' 'From here again '	-
'Oh no ' 'I am though ' 'No Michael '	-
'Freckles ' he answered 'didn't it ever occur to you	D2
That it's fairly dull here I'm going up to town again	J2
I've got to earn money and spend it and hear the motors '	-
She said dismally 'What about me Who'll there be to talk to '	-
'Lance of course ' 'I love him dearly he's not fun exactly	F
He wouldn't stick a rattlesnake up my leg '	-
'Gopher snake ' he shouted They stood and laughed at each	E2
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other	S
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And Michael 'I was over the ridge to Drunken Charlie's	K2
Fixing up a little party for Saturday	F
There'll be a moon in the evening I leave Monday '	-
Fayne said unhappily 'Help me pick up the apples	L
I poured on you '	-
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Michael was taking Mary Abbey	F
The Dolmans came and Will Howard with two girls	L2
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And Leo Ramirez with his sister Nell so that the youth	M2
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Of the coast was all there They met at Erasers'	L2
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And crossed the ridge and were picketing the horses	L2
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Where they could ride no farther on the airy brink	N2
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Above the great slides of the thousand foot cliff	O2
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They were very gay colorful mites on the edge of the world	W
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The men divided the pack to carry	F
Lance Eraser being strongest took most	W
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Far down below the	D
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broad ocean burned like a vast cat's eye	P2
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Pupilled by the track of sun but eastward beyond the white	W
grassed hump of the ridge the day moon stood bleak	Q2
And badly shaped face of stained clay above the limestone fang	R2
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of one of the Ventana mountains	L2
Just its own color Lance looking back saw his wife talking to	D2
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Michael her cinnabar colored hair	Y
Like a flag of life against the pale east That moment he saw the	D
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horses plunging against the sky	P2
And heard a noise like a sharp head of water from a narrow pipe	S2
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a girl cried out	W
Lance dropped his pack and returned Will Howard was looking	H
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for stones	L2
But found none but Lance found a burnt fence post relic of an	C2
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ancient fire The snake lay with raised head	W
The rattle of its tail making that noise of sharp water running a	D
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big rattler but very small	A2
At bay in the circle of the laughing men Lance struck for its head	W
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but the snake that moment struck at the rope's end	W
That Michael was flicking at it so that Lance's blow failed the	D
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fence post broke to bits in his hand	W
The snake not harmed then Michael laughing with pleasure	S
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whipped the creature to death with the doubled rope	T2
And set his heel on the head Lance damned all rotten wood his	L2
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blond face flushing	H
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Dark through the sunburn Michael cut off the victim's	L2
Tail with the ten rattles to give to Mary	F
The other young men quieted the horses and caught	W
One that had dragged away the bush it was tied to	D2
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Lance would not wait he picked up his pack and went	W
Alone down the zigzag path but after a moment	W
His temper cleared	W
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Far down short of the cat's eye ocean they	U2
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saw like a brown pebble	K
Drunken Charlie's hut in a gorge of the cliff a feather of smoke	V2
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and his boat like a split berry	F
Of bladdery seaweed up the thin strand and Lance stood waiting	H
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down the wild cliff side his light brown hair	Y
Golden with sun his hat and the pack laid down The warm wind	W
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up the mountain was wild with fragrance	L2
Chiefly the scent of the chiya bushes that wear rosettes of seed	W
Strung on the stem The girls squealed as they scrambled down	V
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when the brittle trap rock broke underfoot	W
Small fragments ran over on the next below When they came to	D2
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the foot of the cliff Michael said 'Now ' and offered	W
A bottle hot from his pocket 'It's time ' Mary Abbey refused	W
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it but the others drank from mouth to mouth	W2
Stinging fire from the slobbered bottle neck	X2
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The sun was low	H2
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But had played all day on this southwestward	W
Cliff over the burning glass water and the air	Y
Still swirled with heat the headland of Eraser's Point	W
Stopped off the trade wind here Fayne Fraser a little dizzily	H2
Looked seaward left of the blazing sun track and saw the track	Y2
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of the northwest gale and the running waves	L2
Like an endless army of horse with banners going by offshore	Z2
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her eyes followed them a ruled line southward	W
Of violent water converging toward the bronze headland beyond	W
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headland of the mountain coast and someone was saying	H
'It's hot we'll swim ' 'Before we eat ' someone said	W
The girls twittered together and clustered northward	W
To a little cove beyond a fair spit of rock	A3
The men remained on this side	W
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Fayne undressed beside Mary	F
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Abbey	F
And was careful of words because she'd sucked from the bottle	H2
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more than she meant to and had small experience of drinking	H
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She said carefully 'Where did those girls of Will Howard's	L2
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come from ' 'Nina told me ' she answered 'waitresses	L2
Down from the city on their vacation ' 'Honestly are they I	P2
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guessed it ' 'No ' Mary said 'they're nice girls '	-
'That yellow haired one she's bad ' 'No ' Mary said Fayne	B3
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said 'Did you see her face when she looked at Michael	H2
Across that bottle ' 'Oh no ' Mary answered ' Well Are	C3
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you ready Mary Let's go '	-
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They limped down to the waves giggling and wincing	H
Fayne had tied a broad handkerchief around her hair	Y
To shed the spray	U2