Grande Sertão: Veredas (Bedeviled in the Badlands)

Grande Sertão: Veredas (Bedeviled in the Badlands)

Grande Sertão: Veredas (Bedeviled in the Badlands)

Nonought. Shots you heard weren’t a shootout, God be. I was training sights on trees in the backyard, at the bottom of the creek. Keeps my aim good. Do it every day, I enjoy it; have since the tendrest age. Anyhow, folks came a calling. Bout a calf: white one, strayling, eyes like no thing ever seen and a dog’s mask. They told me; I didn’t want to see. Seems it was defective from birth, lips curled back, and looked to be laughing, person-like. Human face, hound face: they decided—it was the devil.