Categories: Jack, the Novel
Battle of Wits
Gary L Dorion
We were keeping low across the cobblestone street waiting for our next opportunity when a carriage stopped right in front of us and obscured our view, then the horse did his business right then and there and, together with the hot noon sun and the wind wafting the aroma our way, we decided to move a bit. So we crawled on our hands and knees along the hedge away from the odor. Then Jack spotted Brooksy a’lyin' on his belly at the corner of the schoolhouse.
“That knumbskull,” said Jack. “Look at him. Do you see him? What a horse's ass! Trying to spy on us-the damn fool! You seen him?”