Word: pegleg
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...fields and disappeared, ducking under the stopped bank of a rock-banked rivulet) piled into Peg's overgrown, galvanized bathtub which sits smack in the middle of a lush, green rice paddy of a field like any other of the 1600 acres worth of fields on Pegleg's piece of land except it's where it is and not lost out in the real boonies of this vacant land--all of us getting all hot and drippy from the water bubbling in from the source (up 100 yards from the white bearded--that's insulation from the winter...
...melted up on Galena Pass; on mountains still white and green from the late winter, not yet brown, sapped, sore, crumbly from the summer's desert sun. And the sun was smooth on the summit: the Sawtooths stretched about as far as the eye could see; blue, brittle, gaping; Pegleg's valley fell below...
Light hung: the Sawtooths blazing orange and gold as Daniel raced at the dark Blitzes and Peg pointed over his shoulder to some ridge beyond which he had shot something or other and maybe even his leg, partially lost with a spent magnum cartridge. Pegleg spoke of how his Thompson sub-machine gun laid down such a pretty pattern when he went target shooting: of how some cowboys, who had come around one night with their girls and their guns and told everyone to put on their clothes because they were embarassing their girls, had high-tailed...
...light: everything faded and the Sawtooths curved about us and we curved about Pegleg. He kept right on talking: showing his tricks to Bridget and Jenny, hanging a whirlpool device on the pool's ladder. Bridget and Jenny would grab the ladder, around the device, and Peg would grab their ankles and stretch them out flat, spreading their legs a bit, and they would giggle and Peg would spread a bit more and ask if it didn't feel damn good. Peg's wife appeared from nowhere and he told her to get some moonshine and homemade wine...
...squat, scoped hunting rifle hung over the door, a long-necked banjo and the Thompson over the bed. Peg turned on his tape deck, gave Peanut a piece of licorice, and pulled out the Thompson's clip: 90 rounds a minute of bloated, stumpy bullets. Peanut cried and Pegleg picked his banjo and Daniel got down on the floor where the child was and then wasn't when her mother picked her up, and said how she had the life and wasn't it the best while Pegleg invited Bridget back, smiling under his red, balding head, his glasses glinting...