Watershed. Mark Barr

the beds. Any lice? I stayed at a hunting camp once that was full of them. Had to shave myself bare head to toe to get loose of them.”

      “No,” Nathan said. “It’s a nice enough place.”

      “Well,” the man said. They passed a few Negroes walking along the roadside and the dogs began to bark, thrashing in their cages. The old man grinned, took the length of pipe up once again and beat it against the cage. The dogs snarled. “They hate the blacks.”