Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

杰瑞发布于09 Feb 16:39

Bestselling winner of the 1986 Pulitzer Prize,Lonesome Dove is an American classic c. First publish ed in 1985, Larry McMurtry' epic novel combined flawless writing with a storyline and setting that gripped the popular imagination, and ultimately resulted in a series of four novels and an Emmy-winning television miniseries. 《孤鸽镇》是1986年普利策奖的畅销书得主,是一部美国经典小说。拉里·麦默特里(Larry McMurtry)的史诗小说于1985年首次出版,将完美的写作与吸引大众想象力的故事情节和背景相结合,最终创作了一系列四部小说和一部艾美奖电视迷你剧。

Lorena waited, taking a sip or two of whiskey. Jake looked tired.
“Well, these boys,” he said. “They are aggravating devils.” “Which boys?” she asked.
“Call and Gus,” he said. “Just because I mentioned Montana to ’em they expect me to help ’em drive them dern cattle up there.” Lorena watched him. He looked out the window and wouldn’t meet her eye.
“I’ll be damned if I’ll do it,” he said. “I ain’t no dern cowpuncher. Call just got it in his head to go, for some reason. Well, let him go.” But she knew that bucking Gus and the Captain was no easy thing for Jake. He looked at her finally, a sadness in his eyes, as if he was asking her to think of a way to help him.
Then he grinned, his little smart lazy grin. “Gus thinks we ought to marry,” he said.
“I’d rather go to San Francisco,” Lorena said.
Jake stroked her leg again. “Well, we will,” he said. “But don’t Gus come up with some notions! He thinks I ought to bring you along on the drive.”Then he looked at her again, as if trying to fathom what was in her thoughts. Lorena let him look. Tired as he was, with his shirt open, there seemed nothing in the man to fear. It was hard to know what he himself feared. He was proud as a turkey cock around other men, irritable and quick to pass an insult. Sitting on her bed, with his clothes unbuttoned, he seemed anything but tough.
“What was old Gus up to all afternoon?” he asked. “He never got back till sundown.” “The same thing you was just up to,” Lorena said.
Jake lifted his eyebrows, not really surprised. “I knowed it, that scamp,” he said. “Left me to work so he could come and pester you.” Lorena decided to tell it. That would be better than if he found it out from somebody else. Besides, though she considered herself his sweetheart, she didn’t consider him her master. He had not really mastered anything except poking, though he had improved her card game a little.
“Gus offered me fifty dollars,” she said.
Jake lifted his eyebrows again in his tired way, as if there was nothing he could possibly be told that would really surprise Mm. It angered her a little, his acting as if he knew everything in advance.
“He’s a fool with money,” Jake said.
“I turned him down,” Lorena said. “I told him I was with you.” Jake’s eyes came alive for a moment and he gave her a smart slap on the cheek, so quick she scarcely saw it coming.
Though it stung her cheek, there was no real anger in it—it was nothing to some of the licks she had taken from Tinkersley. Jake hit her the once as if that was the rule in a game they were playing, and then the life went out of his eyes again and he looked at her with only a tired curiosity.
“I reckon he got his poke,” he said. “If he didn’t you can hit me a lick.” “We cut the cards for it and he cheated,” Lorena said. “I can’t prove it but I know it. He gave me the fifty dollars anyway.” “I ought to told you never to cut the cards with that old cud,” Jake said. “Not unless you’re ready for what he’s ready for.
He’s the best card cheat I ever met. He don’t cheat often, but when he does you ain’t gonna catch him.” He wiped some of the mud off her belly. “Now that you’re rich you can loan me twenty,” he said.
“Why should I?” Lorena said. “You didn’t earn it and you didn’t stop it.” Besides, he had money from his own card playing. If she knew anything, it was not to give a man money. That was nothing more than an invitation to get sold with their help.
Jake looked amused. “Keep it then,” he said. “But if it had been any other man than Gus I would have shot you.” “If you’d known,” she said, getting up.
Jake stood looking out the window while she stripped the bed. He sipped his whiskey but didn’t mention the trail again.
“Are you going with the herd?” she asked.
“Ain’t decided,” he said. “They’ll be here till Monday.” “I plan to leave when you leave,” she said. “With the herd or not.” Jake looked around. She was standing in her shift, a little red spot on one cheek where he had slapped her, a lick that made no impression on her at all. It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice, you were into an argument, and they were telling you what was going to happen.
“You’d look a sight in a cow camp,” he said. “All them dern cowboys are in love with you anyway. I’d had to kill half of ’em before we got to the Red River, if you go along.” “They won’t bother me,” she said. “Gus is the only one with the guts to try it.” Jake chuckled. “Yes, he’d want to cut the cards twice a day,” he said.
It seemed to him harder, as he got older, to find a simple way of life. On the one hand there were his friends, who expected something of him; on the other there was Lorie, who expected something else. He himself had no fixed ideas about what to do, though he thought it would be pleasant to live in a warm town where he could find a card game.
Having a pretty woman to stay with made life happier, of course, but not if it meant having to take the woman to San Francisco.
Of course he could run: he wasn’t chained to the bedpost or to the friends either. There was Mexico, right out the window. But what would that get him? Mexico was even more violent than Texas. Mexicans were always hanging Texans to make up for all the Mexicans Texans hung. If hanging was all he had to look forward to, he’d rather take his inArkansas.