(и вдвоем, на лыжах, вы волокли их по дороге)
, and sixty miles down to town to turn the boy over (и /так/ шестьдесят миль до города, чтобы =
где надо было передать мальчика /властям/;
to turn over — переворачивать; передавать)
. He having no idea that he would be arrested (у того и мысли /такой/ не было, что его арестуют)
. Thinking he had done his duty (он думал, что исполнил свой долг)
and that you were his friend (и ты его друг)
and he would be rewarded (и что его наградят)
. He'd helped to haul the old man in (он помогал тащить старика /в участок/)
so everybody could know how bad the old man had been (чтобы все знали, какой этот старик был нехороший)
and how he'd tried to steal some feed that didn't belong to him (и как он пытался украсть корм, который ему не принадлежал)
, and when the sheriff put the hand-cuffs on the boy he couldn't believe it (и когда шериф надел на мальчика наручники, тот не мог в это поверить;
cuff — манжета; обшлаг; /hand-/cuffs — наручники)
. Then he'd started to cry (потом заплакал)
. That was one story he had saved to write (это была одна из историй, которые он приберегал /на будущее/)
. He knew at least twenty good stories from out there (он знал =
у него было по крайней мере двадцать хороших историй из тех мест)
and he had never written one (и ни об одной он так и не написал)
. Why (почему)
?rifle [raIfl], corral [kO'rRl, kq'rRl], reward [rI'wLd]
About the half-wit chore boy who was left at the ranch that time and told not to let any one get any hay, and that old bastard from the Forks who had beaten the boy when he had worked for him stopping to get some feed. The boy refusing and the old man saying he would beat him again. The boy got the rifle from the kitchen and shot him when he tried to come into the barn and when they came back to the ranch he'd been dead a week, frozen in the corral, and the dogs had eaten part of him. But what was left you packed on a sled wrapped in a blanket and roped on and you got the boy to help you haul it, and the two of you took it out over the road on skis, and sixty miles down to town to turn the boy over. He having no idea that he would be arrested. Thinking he had done his duty and that you were his friend and he would be rewarded. He'd helped to haul the old man in so everybody could know how bad the old man had been and how he'd tried to steal some feed that didn't belong to him, and when the sheriff put the hand-cuffs on the boy he couldn't believe it. Then he'd started to cry. That was one story he had saved to write. He knew at least twenty good stories from out there and he had never written one. Why?