Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

杰瑞发布于2023-02-09

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。

“I’ll take down the tent while you eat,” Dish said.
Lorena sat on her saddle and ate. It took Dish only a few minutes to roll up the tent and carry it to the wagon. Then he came back and saddled her horse for her.
“I’ve got to ride the point,” he said. “Just follow along with the wagon. Lippy and the cook will look after you. If you need anything, send for me.” “I need Gus,” Lorena said. “I wish he hadn’t left. Do you think he’ll come back?” “Oh, why, of course he will,” Dish said. It was the friendliest she had ever talked to him, though it was about Gus.
“I get shaky,” she said. “Gus knows why. I hope he gets back tonight.” “It depends on how big a start the horsethieves had,” Dish said.
The day passed, and there was no sign of Gus. Lorena rode close to the wagon. Every few minutes Lippy turned and looked back at her as if he had never seen her before. Almost every time he did, he tipped his hat, which was even filthier than it had been when he worked in the saloon. Lorena didn’t acknowledge him—she remembered how he had always tried to look up her skirts when she came downstairs. She just rode along, watching the horizon to see if she could spot Gus returning. The horizon shimmered so that it would have been hard to see Gus in any case.
They crossed a little creek about noon. There were a few scraggly bushes growing along the line of the creek. Lorena didn’t pay them much attention, but Po Campo did. When the herd had moved on, he came walking over to her, his sack half full of wild plums.
“These plums are sweet,” he said, handing her a few.
She dismounted and ate the plums, which indeed were sweet. Then she walked over and washed her face in the creek.
The water was green and cold.
“Snow water,” Po Campo said.“I don’t see no snow,” she said.
“It comes from up there,” Po Campo said, pointing west. “From those mountains you can’t see.” Lorena looked but could only see the brown plain. She ate a few more of the wild plums.
“I’ve been finding onions,” Po said. “That’s good. I’ll put them in the beans.” I wish you’d find Gus, she thought, but of course that was impossible. They rode into the dusk, but Gus did not return.
Soon after the herd was bedded, Dish came and unrolled the little tent. He could tell from Lorena’s face that she was sad.
She had unsaddled, and she sat by her saddle in the grass. It pained him to see her look so alone and so tired. He tried to think of something to say that might cheer her up, but words had deserted him again. They always seemed to desert him just when he needed them most.
“I guess those horsethieves had a big start on them,” he said.
“He could be dead,” Lorena said.
“No, not Gus,” Dish said. “He’s had lots of experience with horsethieves. Besides, he’s got the Captain with him. They’re expert fighters.” Lorena knew that. She had seen Gus kill the Kiowas and the buffalo hunters. But it didn’t ease her fears. She would have to lie in the tent all night, worrying. A bullet could hit anyone, she knew—even Gus. If he didn’t come back, she would have no hope of protection.
“Well, I’ll always help, if you’ll let me,” Dish said. “I’ll do about anything for you, Lorie.” Lorena knew that already, but she didn’t want him to do anything for her. She didn’t answer, and she didn’t eat, either.
She went into the tent and lay awake all night while Dish Boggett sat nearby, keeping watch. It seemed to him he had never felt so lonely. The mere fact that she was so close, and yet they were separate, made the loneliness keener. When he had just thrown his blanket down with the boys, he didn’t imagine her so much, and he could sleep. Now she was just a few yards away—he could have crept up to the tent and heard her breathing. And yet it seemed he would never be able to eliminate those few yards. In some way Lorie would always be as distant from him as the Kansas stars. At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be so painful? And yet, she had spoken to him in a friendly voice only that day. He couldn’t give up while there was a chance.
He lay awake all night with his head on his saddle, thinking of Lorie—not sleeping, nor even wanting to.
WHEN THEY FOUND Wilbarger’s man Chick and the boy who had been traveling with them, there wasn’t much left to bury. The coyotes and buzzards had had a full day at them. As they rode toward the little knoll where the buzzards swarmed, they passed a fat old badger carrying a human hand—a black hand at that. Newt was stunned—he assumed they would shoot the badger and get the hand back so it could be buried, but no one seemed concerned that the badger had someone’s hand.
“He had a hand,” he pointed out to Pea Eye.
“Well, whosever it was won’t be using it no more, and that old badger had to work for it with all them dern buzzards around,” Pea Eye said. “A hand is mostly just bone, anyway.” Newt didn’t see what that had to do with it—it was still a human hand.
“Yes, that’s interesting,” Augustus said. “That old badger made a good snatch and got himself a few bones. But the ground will get his bones too, in a year or two. It’s like I told you last night, son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard.
“But pretty in the sunlight,” he added.