William Faulkner Foundation Collection, 1918-1959, Accession #6074 to 6074-d, Albert and Shirley Small Special Collections,
University of Virginia Library, Charlottesville, Va. [Item Metadata: Autograph manuscript. 187 pp. (1 R, 0 V) on 1 l. Slipcase.]
"Burden," he said. "Yes. That's the name. Somebody in town said the sheriff went out there."
"I reckon Watt likes to watch a fire, too," one said.
"From the way the square looks," the truck driver said, "if he [wants any?] man, he'll find him out there."
The noon whistle blew. The others departed. Byron ate his lunch. Then when his watch said it was 1:00, he went back to work. He was alone in the
"You aint him," she says behind her fading smile, the gravely astonished eyes of a child.
"No, ma'am," Bryon says. He pauses, half turning with the balanced staves. "I dont reckon so. Who is it I aint?"
"Lucas Burch. They told me — "
"They told me I would find him out here." She <said> says it quietly, but with a kind of placid suspicion, watching him