Across the Thin White Lines

I gulp so loud old Rolling Eye looks right at us. I know he hears my heart beating, and I think we're caught for sure. The bull snake continues his crawl out into the clearing and heads for the blankets of Fayo with his ratty old hat resting over his face. When the old hobo reaches to feel the movement, and discovers that it's a snake, he yells to the top of his lungs, his hat flying one way and the snake sailing another. It lands square in old Rolling Eye's lap, and he comes out of his cardboard bed like a shot from a Sherman tank. The snake hits Lalo in the back of the head, slinks around his neck, and total confusion is on.