Henry Strader, an old man who had been on the farm since Jesse came into posses- sion and who before David's time had never been known to make a joke, made the same joke every morning.
Day after day through the long summer, Jesse Bentley drove from farm to farm up and down the valley of Wine Creek, and his grandson went with him.
Jesse and his grandson were driving in a distant part of the valley some miles from home.
Jesse Bentley went along under the trees with his head bowed and with his mind in a ferment.
When Jesse Bentley, absorbed in his own idea, suddenly arose and advanced toward him, his terror grew until his whole body shook.
His head hurt so that presently he fell down and lay still, but it was only after Jesse had carried him to the buggy and he awoke to find the old man's hand stroking his head tenderly that the terror left him.
Critique: Impressively well written and presented, "Jesse
" is a compelling read from beginning to end and denotes author Glen Alan Burke as an extraordinary writer of impressively original literary talent.