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is so full of hate； he don' care who gets hurt so long as he gets out。〃
Max stretched out on the bunk。 His eyes stared up into the dark。 The only thing that made sense in what Reeves had said was the two years。 Max didn't have two years to throw away。 Why； in two years； he'd be twenty…one。
11
〃MAN； THIS IS REAL FOOD；〃 MIKE SAID ENTHUSIASTICALLY AS HE SAT DOWN BESIDE MAX； his plate piled high with fat back； chitterlings； collard greens and potatoes。
Max looked over at him wearily。 Stolidly he pushed the food into his mouth。 It was better than the prison food； all right。 They didn't see as much meat in a week as they had on their plates right now。 But he wasn't hungry。 He was tired； bent…over tired from pulling at the rice all day。 He didn't think he'd ever straighten out。
Reeves and another prisoner sat down on the other side of him。 Reeves looked over his plate at him； his mouth working over the fat meat。 〃Picked yourself a gal yet； boy？〃
Max shook his head。 They were there all right。 Cajun girls； young and strong； with their short skirts and muscular thighs and legs。 Plenty of them； all over the fields； working side by side with the men； their hair flying and their teeth flashing and the female smell of them always in your nostrils。 It didn't seem to matter to them that the men were prisoners。 Only that they were men and for once there were enough of them to go around。
〃I'm too tired；〃 Max said。 He put his plate down and rubbed his ankle。 It was sore from the leg iron and walking in the water all day。
〃I'm not；〃 the prisoner next to Reeves said。 〃I been savin' up my hump a whole year for this week。 I'm gonna git me enough to last me till nex' yeah。〃
〃Better not pass it up； Injun；〃 Reeves said。 〃There ain't nothin' in this world like Cajun girls。〃
〃Man； that's the truth；〃 the other prisoner said excitedly。
〃You got one picked out？〃 Reeves asked across Max to Mike。 His eyes were cold and baleful。
Mike didn't answer。 He just kept eating。
Reeves's face darkened。 〃I seen you out there on the field。 Walkin' up an' down with that rifle in your hands。 Showin' the girls what you got in them tight pants。〃
Mike still didn't reply。 He began to wipe up the gravy in his plate with pieces of bread。
Reeves's laugh was nasty。 〃There's always some half…wit girl lookin' for a big buck nigger with a cock as long as my arm。 An' I bet you just can't wait to stick it into some white girl。 That's all you niggers think of； stickin' it in white women。〃
Mike stuck the last piece of bread into his mouth and swallowed it。 Regretfully he looked down at the empty plate and got to his feet。 〃Man； that was sho' good。〃
〃I'm talkin' to you； nigger；〃 Reeves said。
For the first time； Mike looked down at him。 Almost lazily he bent over Max and with one hand picked Reeves up by the throat。 He held him writhing in the air at the level of his head。 〃You talkin' to me； jailbird？〃
Reeves quaked； his voice choking in his throat。
Mike began to shake Reeves gently。 〃Remember one thing； jailbird；〃 he said。 〃I'm a trusty an' you' jus' a prisoner。 You likes stayin' healthy； you better learn to shut you' mouth。〃
Reeves's arms flailed helplessly in the air。 His face was almost purple。 Mike shook him a few more times； then casually flung him at the wall of the bunkhouse； about five feet away。
Reeves crashed against the wall and slid down it to the floor。 His eyes glared at Mike。 His lips moved but no sound escaped them。
Mike smiled at him。 〃You' learnin'； jailbird；〃 he said。 〃You' learnin'。〃 He picked up his empty plate。 〃I'm goin' see if I can't scrounge me some more of these eats。 I swear if they ain't the best I ever tasted。〃
Reeves struggled to his feet as the trusty walked away。 〃I'll kill him！〃 he swore tightly。 〃Honest to God； someday before I get out of here； I'll kill that nigger！〃
There was an air of expectancy in the bunkhouse that night。 Max was stretched out on his bunk and the feeling was contagious。 Suddenly； he wasn't tired any more。 He couldn't sleep。
The guard had e and checked the leg irons； fastening each man to the bed post。 He had gone to the door and stood there for a moment。 Then he laughed into the dark and went out。
Almost immediately； Max heard the scratch of a match； then a faint glow spread through the darkness。 Max turned toward the light。 Somehow one of the men had got a candle。 It burned almost gaily at the head of his bed。
There was a subdued sound of laughter in the room。 Max heard a voice say； 〃At leas' this time we can see what they look like。〃
〃I don't care what they look like；〃 another voice answered quickly； 〃as long as they got big tits。〃
Still another voice said raucously； 〃Your pecker won't know what to do； it's so used to yoh lily…white hand。〃
A soft laughter rippled through the room。 About a half hour passed。 Max could hear the sounds of restless movements； men twisting anxiously in their bunks。
〃You reckon maybe they won't show up？〃 a voice asked nervously。
〃They'll show up； all right；〃 another prisoner replied。 〃They been waitin' for this as long as we have。〃
〃Sweet Jesus。〃 An anguished voice came from the far end of the room。 〃I can't hold it no more。 All day long I been thinkin' about them women； about tonight… 〃 His voice trailed off in a hoarse moan。
For a moment； the room filled with the sounds of the men turning restlessly in their bunks。 Max felt the sweat e out on his forehead and his heart began to beat heavily。 He rolled over on his stomach； feeling the sweet； heavy warmth suddenly spread into his loins。 For a moment he writhed； caught in the fire of a wild desire； then angrily he forced himself to turn over。 He rolled a cigarette with trembling fingers。 He felt shreds of the tobacco fall around him but he finally lit it and dragged the smoke deep into his lungs。
〃They ain't in'；〃 a voice cried； almost on the verge of tears。
〃They ain't nothin' but a bunch of cock…teasers！〃 another voice said angrily。 〃T' hell with them。〃
Max lay quietly in his bunk； letting the smoke trickle through his nostrils。 The candle sputtered and flickered out and now the bunkhouse was pitch black。 Mike's voice came softly from the next bunk。 〃How you doin' boy？〃
〃All right。〃
〃Gimme a drag of that there butt。〃
Their hands touched briefly as Max silently held the cigarette out。 The cigarette glowed and cast a faint shine over Mike's face as he dragged on it。
〃Don' worry； boy。〃 His voice was soft and reassuring。 〃They'll show up any moment now the candle's out。 What those damn fools can't seem to understan' is them women don' want to see 'em； anymore'n they want theyselves to be seen。〃
A moment later； the bunkhouse door opened and the women began to e in。 They entered silently； their bare feet making the faintest whisper on the floor。
Max turned in his bunk； hoping he could catch a glimpse of the one that would e to him。 But all he could see were shadows that entered and then were lost in the dark。 A hand touched his face。 He started。
〃Are you young or old？〃 a voice whispered。
〃Young；〃 he whispered back。
Her hand found his and brought it to her cheek。 For a moment； his fingers explored her face gentl