jg.paintedhouse-第40章

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　　　I　held　my　breath。
　　　He　bounded　from　behind　a　curtain　and　jumped　into　the　ring　amid　tepid　applause。　Why　should　we　clap　for　him？　He　was　there　to　whip　us。　His　hair　was　the　first　thing　I　noticed。　It　was　black　and　wavy　and　fell　to　his　shoulders　like　a　woman's。　I'd　seen　illustrations　of　Old　Testament　stories　where　the　men　had　such　hair；　but　that　was　five　thousand　years　ago。　He　was　a　giant　of　a　man；　with　a　thick　body　and　ridges　of　muscles　clumped　around　his　shoulders　and　down　his　chest。　His　arms　were　covered　with　black　hair　and　looked　strong　enough　to　lift　buildings。　So　that　we　might　get　the　full　benefit　of　his　physique；　Samson　wasn't　wearing　a　shirt。　Even　after　we'd　spent　months　in　the　fields；　his　skin　was　much　darker　than　ours；　and　now　I　was　really　convinced　that　he　was　from　parts　unknown。　He　had　fought　Russians！
　　　He　strutted　around　the　ring　in　step　with　the　music；　curling　his　arms　and　flexing　his　mammoth　muscles。　He　performed　like　this　until　we'd　witnessed　all　he　had；　which　was　more　than　enough；　in　my　opinion。
　　　〃Who's　first？〃　Delilah　yelled　into　the　microphone　as　the　music　died。　〃Two…dollar　minimum！〃
　　　The　crowd　was　suddenly　still。　Only　a　fool　would　crawl　into　that　ring。
　　　〃I　ain't　scared；〃　somebody　yelled；　and　we　watched　in　disbelief　as　a　young　man　I'd　never　seen　before　stepped　forward　and　handed　two　dollars　to　Delilah。　She　took　the　money　and　said；　〃Ten…to…one。　Stay　in　the　ring　for　sixty　seconds；　and　you'll　win　twenty　dollars。〃　She　shoved　the　microphone　at　the　young　man　and　said；　〃What's　your　name？〃
　　　〃Parley。〃
　　　〃Good　luck；　Parley。〃
　　　He　climbed　into　the　ring　as　if　he　had　no　fear　of　Samson；　who'd　been　watching　without　the　slightest　hint　of　worry。　Delilah　took　a　mallet　and　struck　a　bell　on　the　side　of　the　ring。　〃Sixty　seconds！〃　she　said。
　　　Parley　moved　around　a　bit；　then　retreated　to　a　corner　as　Samson　took　a　step　in　his　direction。　Both　men　studied　each　other；　Samson　looking　down　with　contempt；　Parley　looking　up　with　anticipation。
　　　〃Forty…five　seconds！〃　she　called　out。
　　　Samson　moved　closer；　and　Parley　darted　to　the　other　side　of　the　ring。　Being　much　smaller；　he　was　also　much　quicker；　and　apparently　was　using　the　strategy　of　flight。　Samson　stalked　him；　Parley　kept　darting。
　　　〃Thirty　seconds！〃
　　　The　ring　was　not　big　enough　to　run　much；　and　Samson　had　caught　his　share　of　scared　rabbits。　He　tripped　Parley　during　one　of　his　sprints；　and　when　he　picked　him　up；　he　wrapped　an　arm　tightly　around　the　boy's　head　and　began　a　headlock。
　　　〃Oh；　looks　like　the　Guillotine！〃　Delilah　gushed；　with　a　little　too　much　drama。　〃Twenty　seconds！〃
　　　Samson　twisted　his　prey　and　grimaced　with　sadistic　pleasure；　while　poor　Parley　flailed　at　his　side。
　　　〃Ten　seconds！〃
　　　Samson　whirled　and　then　flung　Parley　across　the　ring。　Before　Farley　could　get　up；　the　World's　Greatest　Wrestler　grabbed　him　by　the　foot；　lifted　him　in　the　air；　held　him　over　the　ropes；　and　with　two　seconds　to　go；　dropped　him　to　the　ground　for　the　victory。
　　　〃Wow；　that　was　close；　Samson！〃　Delilah　said　into　the　microphone。
　　　Parley　was　in　a　daze；　but　he　walked　away　in　one　piece　and　seemed　to　be　proud　of　himself。　He　had　proved　his　manhood；　had　shown　no　fear；　and　had　e　within　two　seconds　of　winning　twenty　bucks。　The　next　volunteer　was　likewise　a　stranger；　a　bulky　young　man　named　Claude；　who　paid　three　dollars　for　a　chance　to　win　thirty。　He　weighed　twice　as　much　as　Parley　but　was　much　slower；　and　within　ten　seconds　Samson　had　nailed　him　with　a　Flying　Dropkick　and　wrapped　him　into　a　Pretzel。　With　ten　seconds　to　go；　he　hoisted　Claude　over　his　head；　and　in　a　magnificent　display　of　strength；　walked　to　the　edge　of　the　ring　and　tossed　him。
　　　Claude；　too；　walked　away　proudly。　It　was　apparent　that　Samson；　despite　his　theatrics　and　menacing　demeanor；　was　a　good　sport　and　would　not　harm　anyone。　And　since　most　young　men　wanted　to　have　some　contact　with　Delilah；　a　line　soon　formed　at　her　side。
　　　It　was　quite　a　spectacle；　and　Dewayne　and　I　sat　for　a　long　time　watching　Samson　dispose　of　one　victim　after　another　with　all　the　moves　in　his　repertoire。　The　Boston　Crab；　the　Scissors；　the　Piledriver；　the　Jackhammer；　the　Body　Slam。　Delilah　merely　had　to　mention　one　of　the　maneuvers　in　her　microphone　and　Samson　would　quickly　demonstrate　it。
　　　After　an　hour；　Samson　was　soaked　with　sweat　and　needed　a　break；　so　Dewayne　and　I　scooted　off　to　ride　the　Ferris　wheel　twice。　We　were　debating　whether　to　get　another　helping　of　cotton　candy　when　we　heard　some　young　men　talking　about　the　girlie　show。
　　　〃She　takes　off　everything！〃　one　of　them　said　as　he　walked　by；　and　we　forgot　about　the　cotton　candy。　We　followed　them　to　the　end　of　the　midway；　where　the　gypsies'　trailers　were　parked。　Behind　the　trailers　was　a　small　tent　that　had　obviously　been　erected　so　that　no　one　would　see　it。　A　few　men　smoked　and　waited；　and　they　all　had　a　guilty　look　about　them。　There　was　music　ing　from　the　tent。
　　　Some　carnivals　had　girlie　shows。　Ricky；　not　surprisingly；　had　been　seen　leaving　one　the　year　before；　and　this　had　caused　quite　an　uproar　in　our　house。　He　wouldn't　have　been　caught　if　Mr。　Ross　Lee　Hart　had　not　also　been　caught。　Mr。　Hart　was　a　steward　in　the　Methodist　church；　a　farmer　who　owned　his　land；　an　upright　citizen　who　was　married　to　a　woman　with　a　big　mouth。　She　went　searching　for　him　late　on　a　Saturday　night；　in　the　midst　of　the　carnival；　and　happened　to　see　him　leaving　the　forbidden　tent。　She　wailed　at　the　sight　of　her　wayward　husband；　he　ducked　behind　the　trailers。　She　gave　chase；　yelling　and　threatening；　and　Black　Oak　had　a　new　story。
　　　Mrs。　Hart；　for　some　reason；　told　everyone　what　her　husband　had　done；　and　the　poor　man　was　an　outcast　for　many　months。　She　also　let　it　be　known　that　leaving　the　tent　right　behind　him　was　Ricky　Chandler。　We　suffered　in　silence。　Never　go　to　a　girlie　show　in　your　hometown　was　the　unwritten　rule。　Drive　to　Monette　or　Lake　City　or　Caraway；　but　don't　do　it　in　Black　Oak。
　　　Dewayne　and　I　didn't　recognize　any　of　the　men　hanging　around　the　girlie　tent。　We　circled　through　the　trailers　and　flanked　in　from　the　opposite　side；　but　a　large　dog　had　been　chained　to　the　ground；　guarding　against　Peeping　Toms　like　us。　We　retreated　and　decided　to　wait　for　darkness。
　　　As　four　o'clock　approached；　we　had　to　make　a　painful　decisiongo　to　the　matinee；　or　stay　at　the　carnival。　We　were　leaning　toward　the　picture　show　when　Delilah　appeared　at　the　wrestling　ring。　She　had　changed　costumes；　and　was　now　wearing　a　two…piece　red　outfit　that　revealed　even　more。　The　crowd　flocked　to　her；　and　before　long　Samson　was　once　again　hurling　farm　boys　and　hillbillies　and　even　an　occasional　Mexican　out　of　the　ring。
　　　His　only　challenge　came　at　dark。　Mr。　Horsefly　Walker　had　a　deaf　and　dumb　son　who　weighed　three　hundred　pounds。　We　called　him　Grunt；　not　out　of　disrespect　or　cruelty…he'd　just　always　been　called　that。　Horsefly　put　up　five　dollars；　and　Grunt　slowly　climbed　into　the　ring。
　　　〃He's　a　big　one；　Samson；〃　Delilah　purred　into　the　mike。
　　　Samson　knew　it　might　take　a　bit　longer　to　shove　three　hundred　pounds　out　of　the　ring；　so　he　attacked　immediately。　He　went　in　low　with　a　Chinese　Take…Down；　a　move　designed　to　slap　both　ankles　together　and　cause　the　opponent　to　collapse。　Grunt　fell　all　right；　but　he　fell　on　Samson；　who　couldn't　help　but　groan　in　pain。　Some　of　the　crowd　yelled；　too；　and　began　cheering　on　Grunt；　who；　of　course；　couldn't　hear　a　thing。　Both　men　rolled　and　kicked　around　the　ring　until　Grunt　pinned　Samson　for　a　second。
　　　〃Forty　seconds！〃　Delilah　said；　the　clock　running　much　slower　with　Samson　flat　on　his　back。　He　kicked　a　few　times；　to　no　avail；　then　employed　the　Jersey　Flip；　a　quick　move　in　which　his　feet　swung　up　and　caught　Grunt　by　the　ears；　then　rolled　him　backward。　Samson　sprang　to　his　feet　as　Delilah　narrated　the　moves。　A　Flying　Dropkick　stunned　Grunt。
　　　〃Fifteen　seconds！〃　she　said；　the　clock　once　again　moving　quickly。　Grunt　charged　like　a　mad　bull；　and　both　men　went　down　again。　The　crowd　cheered　again。　Horsefly　was　hopping　around　the　outside　of　the　ring；　delirious。　They　grappled　for　a　while；　then　Delilah　said；　〃Ten　seconds。〃
　　　There　were　some　boos　directed　at　the　timekeeper。　Samson　twisted　and　yanked　Grunt's　arm　behind　his　back；　grabbed　a　foot；　and　slid　the　poor　boy　across　the　r