That was a long time ago on the Black River.

We all looked⁠—the knuckle was black and blue.

He was middle-aged and she was young and wore black.

The hot, black bull body touched his chest as it passed.

“I know where there’s black squirrels, Daddy,” Nick said.

Their faces were very black and they were too tall to stare.

Down below the water showed black between the slits of ties.

He sat heavily in the chair, his black Cordoba hat tipped forward.

He wore a derby hat and a black overcoat buttoned across the chest.

It was pleasant to be burned black but the sun had been very tiring.

Then he came at the usual hour, wearing a black band on the sleeve of his uniform.

Manuel noted the fresh blood shining down the black shoulder and dripping down the bull’s leg.

And the bull, the great, black bull, with a horse on his back, hooves dangling, the bridle caught in the horns.

All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all night along the north shore.

We all had the same medals, except the boy with the black silk bandage across his face, and he had not been at the front long enough to get any medals.

He was up at once, but far out across the sand Manuel and Zurito saw the shine of the pumping flow of blood, smooth against the black of the bull’s shoulder.

Black bull with a horse on his back, staggering short-legged, then arching his neck and lifting, thrusting, charging to slide the horse off, horse sliding down.

Another boy who walked with us sometimes and made us five wore a black silk handkerchief across his face because he had no nose then and his face was to be rebuilt.

On the walls of the houses were stencilled eye-bugging portraits of Mussolini, with hand-painted “vivas,” the double V in black paint with drippings of paint down the wall.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.

Gosh, I was so excited, I was afraid to look at them, but I fixed the glasses on the place where they would come out back of the trees and then out they came with the old black jacket going third and they all sailing over the jump like birds.

Something with goggle blinders on was making a great fuss and rearing around and busted the barrier once, but I could see my old man in our black jacket, with a white cross and a black cap, sitting up on Gilford, and patting him with his hand.