I HADN'T seen the police car when I first emerged from the wooded area beside the house. My bare arms and neck seemed to glow from the warmly penetrating rays of the sun. A barbed-wire fence stood between me and the house which was small and shabby against the green cotton fields surrounding it...
Johnson, Ortis C.
"Nineteen Fifty Six,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 11.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss5/11