Jim.

Oh Jim.

Please Jim.

Jim was asleep.

You musn’t Jim.

No we haven’t Jim.

You musn’t do it Jim.

“Don’t Jim,” Liz said.

“Jim,” she said, “Jim.”

Jim began to feel great.

Liz liked Jim very much.

Jim slid the hand further up.

“Did you shoot it Jim?” Liz asked.

Jim said “Hello Liz,” and grinned.

Jim stirred and curled a little tighter.

Jim Gilmore came to Hortons Bay from Canada.

Jim and Charley were still in the front room.

Jim was sleeping with his mouth a little open.

The two men smiled when Jim came in with the jug.

Jim took a long pull on his way back to the house.

All the time now Liz was thinking about Jim Gilmore.

She was thinking about him hard and then Jim came out.

It was cold but Liz was hot all over from being with Jim.

Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

She liked it how much A. J. Smith and Mrs. Smith liked Jim.

Jim had her dress up and was trying to do something to her.

Jim pulled the burlap sacks off the deer and Liz looked at them.

“Here’s all the ones we missed A. J.,” said Jim and downed his liquor.

“You musn’t,” Neither Jim nor Jim’s big hand paid any attention to her.

All the time Jim was gone on the deer hunting trip Liz thought about him.

She walked back to where Jim was lying and shook him once more to make sure.

They sat down in the shelter of the warehouse and Jim pulled Liz close to him.

“Yeah. Aint it a beauty?” Jim got it onto his back to carry to the smokehouse.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

Liz was sitting in the kitchen next to the stove pretending to read a book and thinking about Jim.

She couldn’t wait till she saw Jim and it seemed as though everything would be all right when he came.

Jim held her tight hard against the chair and she wanted it now and Jim whispered, “Come on for a walk.”

Liz had good legs and always wore clean gingham aprons and Jim noticed that her hair was always neat behind.

The hemlock planks of the dock were hard and splintery and cold and Jim was heavy on her and he had hurt her.

Jim had his arm around her and every little way they stopped and pressed against each other and Jim kissed her.

Jim came over back of her chair and stood there and she could feel him breathing and then he put his arms around her.

She held herself stiff because she was so frightened and did not know anything else to do and then Jim held her tight against the chair and kissed her.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.

She didn’t want to go to bed yet because she knew Jim would be coming out and she wanted to see him as he went out so she could take the way he looked up to bed with her.

“Aint there something left in that crock Jimmy?” A. J. Smith asked and Jim went out to the wagon in the barn and fetched in the jug of whiskey the men had taken hunting with them.

Liz wanted to make something special for Jim to take but she didn’t finally because she was afraid to ask Mrs. Smith for the eggs and flour and afraid if she bought them Mrs. Smith would catch her cooking.