灰眼睛的科尔坐在卧室的窗前，看着外面的道路，手里拿着一把鲁格10/22瞄准镜。松鼠步枪。在他身下，一床被子挂在晾衣绳上，正在晾晒。一天结束之前，被子里会闻到初夏田野的味道，还夹杂着一点碎石灰尘。一种美妙的味道，一种家的味道。
(GRAY-EYED COLE SAT in his bedroom window, looking out over the road, a scoped Ruger 10/22 in his hands. Squirrel rifle. Below him, a quilt hung on the wire clothesline, airing out. Before the end of the day, the quilt would smell like early-summer fields, with a little gravel dust mixed in. A wonderful smell, a smell like home.)