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Show soaked slowly into legs of the coveralls turning them a rusty red. The man turned his head and: looked toward where the white truck had stopped, just around the corner. The man put his hands to the ground behind his back and pushed into a squat. He bounced to his feet and started running with his mouth open into the low sand hills. The knees of his coveralls made red line blurs as he ran. The man quickstepped a fence post that had broken off and was lying in the brown sand hill grass. The man’s shoes left puffed holes in the soft tan sand. A red leafed willow slapped at the man’s face when he ran too close to it. The man slowed his running to a walk. The sun and the running had brought droplets of sweat on the bare crown of his head. The man reached an irrigation ditch with brown water in it. He stopped at its earth bank and looked at the grass covered opposite bank. The man turned to his right and He stopped and took two steps. turned, looking up the ditch. started walking slowly along the ditch bank up stream. The ditch carried green leaves and bunches of foam down stream away from the man. He walked more slowly by the ditch, finally stopping. The man’s grey eyes looked, without moving, at the ground He shook his head and looked up. Two strides before him, lying in and out of the water, were three rusty beer cans. The man looked at the beer cans. “They'll just sit there and rust and make the water dirtier: And...” His eyes blinked rapidly. ‘Nobody else will.” His voice rasped. He hadn't cleared his throat. The man stepped down the bank and picked the cans up with his “Scratched hands, held them to the chest of his greasy coveralls, stepped up the bank, and walked back to the white truck. The man’s eyes blinked at a natural rate as he walked. The summer sun had passed its zenith. Around the corner of the road that lay on the other side of two low sand hills, Willy had parked the white truck. He Oh. SATURDAY YVONNE ON THE SNOW ECKERSLEY The satin shadows and the glow of sun, Lace the paths where we used to run. Gone are the dreams, gone to the light. Now | walk alone into the night. cools to frost, the September season starts. This is a special time of the year. The sun feels warm, and the sky feels close on September mornings. The breeze out of the canyon breathes deep and tastes good and makes rustling noise in the yellow cornstalks. Birds sound sharp, and rivers sound clear and cold. September also brings school and Saturday mornings. To a ten-year old girl like Mary a Saturday morning in September is magic. Mary stepped out of the back door and let the screen door bang behind She looked very plain, almost masculine. She wore her brother's old levis and blue shirt with the tails hanging out. Her legs looked long in the full-length levis, and her eyes were a dull grey against her tan face. Her short hair looked chopped and only her Saturday smile looked bright. The breeze caught her hair and tossed it; but she liked it better that way, and she smiled. Everything looked so bright and warm for so early in the morning. The leaves on the old tree looked greener, the fence at the (10) MARGARET BLACK Utah has a fifth season. The four regular seasons turn from hot to cold and from green to brown and start over again. But just before summer her. SHADOWS See Jane fall. back looked whiter, and the skies looked deeper than they had all week. But today was Saturday, and everything looked better to Mary on Saturday. Mary wondered how soon the boys would be back to get her. They said they would come back soon. Her arms moved awkwardly as she walked down the pea gravel pathway to the basketball court. She walked hard, crunching the leaves on purpose under her feet and jumped into the drop-off by the canal. She felt the crawlers off the June grass bunch in her socks and prick her legs. Water in the canal flowed in little circles, playing with the sticks and leaves and starting down again. The sun hit the bottom through the clear water and turned it from green to brown. It looked cleaner than it had almost all summer, yet it still smelled muddy. She watched the water skeeters gather around a clump of weeds and rocks lying in front of her. They would get on a tiny leaf, coast it over to the other leaves and then swim out again into the moving water. Parts of wild bushes and willows hung down the muddy banks. She swatted bee as it flew around her head. breeze blew a little harder and water rippled in straight lines then in circles. She squatted on (11) slow rose over at a The the and her |