Night Rider (Southern Classics Series)
By Robert Penn Warren
Warren's first novel, set throughout the "tobacco wars" that raged in Kentucky and Tennessee within the early a part of this century. Percy Munn is one among Warren's blameless idealists whose delusions turn into murderous as he makes an attempt to outline himself by means of motion within the unfolding violence round him. Southern Classics sequence.
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Now not none of you. Nor air guy. ’ ‘Didn’t you, Trevelyan ——’ ‘Go on and whup me,’ Trevelyan acknowledged. ‘Didn’t you, Trevelyan? ’ Mr. Munn idea: i'm chatting with him and so long as I check with him we can't do it, i cannot do it, that’s why I’m speaking to him, why don’t we pass on and do it? He appeared approximately him on the different males. They held pistols of their fingers, yet their faces have been lined. It looked as if it would him that purely the arms maintaining the pistols, now not these clean, cloth-shrouded faces which can now not be visible, have been alive and genuine. At that second the masks was once suffocating to him. Its privateness used to be hideous, slicing him off from every little thing, from every person. From all of the global. He lifted his left hand, slowly; then, as if stifling, he tore the masks from his face, and took an extended stride towards Trevelyan, and thrust out his head and referred to as, ‘Trevelyan! ’ The man’s mouth moved with out sound, then acknowledged, ‘I knowed hit was once you. ’ ‘Trevelyan! ’ Mr. Munn proposal how ailing, how afraid, how stifled, these males have been lower than their mask. He gulped an entire, deep, beautiful breath, like a guy who rises from a protracted dive, and with burning lungs and bursting center plunges, chest-high, into air. ‘And you, Trevelyan’ — and he took one other stride — ‘you killed that guy, you probably did; resolution me! ’ He used to be virtually upon him. Trevelyan moved, lifted his arm. The pistol exploded in Mr. Munn’s seize. He swung again from Trevelyan, seeing, even in that mild, the man’s slim eyes pass unexpectedly vast. Like a belated echo, one other shot used to be fired. Who fired it, Mr. Munn didn't be aware of. Trevelyan staggered, and crossed his arms on his chest with a move that used to be unhappy, virtually womanly, humble. Then, there got here the volley. Trevelyan sagged, then fell backward over the lip of the quarry. there has been now not a legitimate. there has been not anything there within the little area prior to the lads. Even the grass didn't glance trodden. It was once as if not anything have been there. The odor of gun smoke held on the air, sharp and cleanly just like the scent of a disinfectant. the boys enable their hands, which were outstretched, sink to their aspects. ‘He fell over,’ an individual stated in a hushed tone. It was once as if he had simply witnessed an twist of fate. not anyone moved. ‘Somebody oughter look,’ a guy hazarded. Mr. Munn attempted to assert, ‘I’ll do it. ’ yet he couldn't. one of many males approached the rim, by some means as with an air of stealth, and peered down. He again to the crowd. Then he stated, ‘He’s within the water. ’ an individual remarked: ‘It’s deep there. in this part. ’ one other guy walked to the rim and regarded over. while he got here again, he stated not anything. the boys acquired on their horses and rode slowly around the open area. The sky was once lighter now, the clouds nearly long gone. The legs of the horses made a swishing, silken sound within the dew-damp weeds and grass; the saddles creaked a bit; bugs gave their small evening noises, familiarly. My shot, Mr. Munn suggestion, my shot, did it hit him? one of many males got rid of the material that had masked his face, and fixed it right into a part pocket with the straightforward gesture of a guy who crams his handkerchief into his pocket.