his grandmother for money again. Maybe something would turn up that he could do. If God wanted him to do something, He'd turn something up.
He was getting into the business block and through the corner of his eye he noticed people looking at him. There were eight thousand people in Mulrose County and on Saturday every one of them was in Tilford on the business block. They turned as Ruller passed and looked at him. He glanced at himself reflected in a store window, shifted the turkey slightly, and walked quickly ahead. He heard someone call, but he walked on, pretending he was deaf. It was his mother's friend, Alice Gilhard, and if she wanted him, let her catch up with him.
"Ruller!" she cried, "my goodness, where did you get that turkey?" She came up behind him fast and put her hand on his shoulder. "That's some bird," she said. "You must be a good shot."
"I didn't shoot it," Ruller said coldly. "I captured it. I chased it dead."
"Heavens," she said. "You wouldn't capture me one sometime would you?"
"I might if I ever have time," Ruller said. She thought she was so cute.
Two men came over and whistled at the turkey. They yelled at some other men on the corner to look.
