It seemed to Myop as she skipped lightly from hen house to pigpen to smokehouse that the days had never been as beautiful as these. The air held a keenness that made her nose twitch. The harvesting of the corn and cotton, peanuts and squash, made each day a golden surprise that caused excited little tremors to run up her jaws.
Turning her back on the rusty boards of her family's sharecropper cabin, Myop walked along the fence till it ran into the stream. The air was cold and damp. Myop felt uncomfortable.
She explored the woods behind the house and watched for snakes.
As she was walking home she stepped in his eyes and then freed herself.
He had been a large man with big bones and big teeth.
The summer was over as she discovered the man had been hung to die.