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Издано:: Sep 18, 2012
ISBN:: 9780374324414
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Twelve-year-old Foster knows in his gut that Dax Ganey, the man dating his widowed mother, is a bad seed. Then a mysterious stranger arrives at their Alabama farm, a former Army Ranger in Iraq rambling across the country, and Foster believes he has found an ally against Dax. The stranger proves a fascinating mentor, full of wisdom and secrets. And Dax soon has reason to resent not just him and Foster but also Foster's mother. A spurned Dax will be a dangerous enemy, but Foster is increasingly aware that the stranger is just as dangerous, if not more so.

From the author of one of the most highly acclaimed children's survival adventures of the last decade comes this tautly wound new novel reminiscent of classic westerns, about a boy caught in the middle of a clash that may turn out to be his own battle to fight.

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Издано:: Sep 18, 2012
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Watt Key

Albert Watkins Key, Jr., publishing under the name Watt Key, is an award-winning southern fiction author. He grew up and currently lives in southern Alabama with his wife and family. Watt spent much of his childhood hunting and fishing the forests of Alabama, which inspired his debut novel, Alabama Moon, published to national acclaim in 2006. Alabama Moon won the 2007 E.B. White Read-Aloud Award, was included on Time Magazine's list of the Best One Hundred YA Books of All Time, and has been translated in seven languages.

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I heard Mother calling, but I didn’t answer. I lay in the scattered hay and stared at the afternoon sunbeams angling through the big bay doors of the barn. Against the wall were damp, moldy bales that had been in the same place for over a year. They smelled more of wet dirt and decay than anything fresh-cut. Two sheets of tin had blown off the roof during the winter and the place was rotting. There was too much to do now. Mother and I couldn’t keep up.

I rolled over and faced my dog, Joe. He lifted his chin and nosed the chewed-up stick lying in front of him.

Not right now, I said.

Joe rested his chin on the ground again. He was patient.

Foster! Mother called again.

I stood and walked into the sunbeams with Joe following. I stopped just outside and looked across the yard at her. She’d known where I was, but she wouldn’t come after me. She didn’t like the barn now. She said there was nothing we could do about it.

Dax’s here! she called. Come get washed up before dinner!

I looked over the rail fence at the pasture beyond. The cows had been gone for several months, sold to the farmer behind us. Johnsongrass grew waist-high, looking like something that would be a giant briar patch in another year. Daddy’s farm truck and Kubota tractor sat under the shed. The place had grown still and quiet and lifeless. There was nothing we could do about any of it.

* * *

I left Joe waiting at the back door and stepped into the kitchen. Mother was pulling a baked chicken from the oven and I smelled her perfume over the roasted meat. I never knew her to wear perfume until Dax Ganey started coming around. The smell of it made me queasy.

He leaned against the sink, working a can of old Milwaukee beer like it was hinged on his hand, watching her. It seemed he was always leaning on something, skinny and hungry-looking. He wore his blue work pants and white button-down shirt that said RIVIERA UTILITIES on the pocket. He was nearly five years younger than her and wore his hair long in the back, sometimes pulling it into a ponytail. Mother said she’d met him about two months before when he was surveying an underground power line in front of our house. The first time she’d had him over to eat I thought he was as cool and smooth as a movie star. Gradually I came to realize how he really was when Mother wasn’t looking. The only thing I liked about Dax was that he worked most evenings during the week. Since Mother worked at the post office during the day, Saturdays and Sundays were about the only time I had to see him.

Dax flicked the last swallow of beer into the sink and dropped the empty into the trash. Then he turned to me and studied me until I looked away. He wouldn’t smile unless Mother was watching him.

How you doin’, Foster? he said.

I started past him. Fine, I said.

I heard the oven door shut and sensed Mother’s eyes on me. Shake his hand, Foster, she said.

I stopped next to him and held out my hand without looking at him. He had a snake tattoo on the bottom of his wrist. I didn’t like shaking his hand. I didn’t mind the tattoo, but his fingers were strong like cables and he usually squeezed my knuckles until it hurt, like he wanted to warn me of something.

This time his hand was limp and clammy.

Look a man in the eyes when you shake his hand, son, he said cheerfully.

I didn’t. I pulled away and started to my room.

"What’d I do?" I heard him say.

You didn’t do anything, Dax. Mother sighed.

I went into my room, shut the door, and rubbed my hand. I could still hear them.

Why’s he hang out in the barn?

I don’t know, she said, like she was tired of thinking about it.

I stood in the middle of the floor, holding a clean shirt, staring at my closet.

Maybe I’ll take him fishin’ with me. Might snap him out of it.

I changed shirts and stood before my mirror, still listening, but wishing I wasn’t.

I need to get him off this farm, she said. Get him in a neighborhood with other kids. We’ve got to sell this place.

Where does that leave me, sweetie? he said smoothly.

Stop that, Dax.

Stop what?

You know what. Go in there and watch television and give me time to get this together.

I waited until I heard another beer can snap, then I forced myself into the bathroom to wash my hands.

* * *

I walked into the kitchen and Mother turned from the sink and inspected me.

I wish you’d put on some clean trousers.

"He didn’t change."

She turned back to the sink. I noticed where her apron parted in the back that she had on a dress I’d only seen her wear on Sundays when we used to go to church.

Okay, I said.

Thank you for doing that, she replied. And I’d like it if you’d go sit in the living room with Mr. Ganey and keep him company.

After I put on clean pants I went into the living room and sat in the club chair across from him. He didn’t look at me or say anything. He was more interested in a rerun of Walker, Texas Ranger. I took the opportunity to study the side of his face. He reminded me of a goat. A smoothshaved goat. Restless and jumpy with eyes that blinked too much, like whatever went on inside his head was too fast for the face that held it. He shot a look at me and I glanced away.

You like Chuck Norris? he asked.

I don’t know, I said.

In my periphery I saw him turn back to the television.

What do you do out in the barn? he asked.

Nothing.

Neither of us said anything for a minute.

What’s wrong with that dog of yours?

Nothing’s wrong with him.

I about had to kick the crap out of it last time I came over here.

I didn’t answer him.

You need to put him on a rope.

He never bit anybody.

He about started on me.

I didn’t respond.

Your momma says you been givin’ her trouble.

I stared at my hands.

Says you been gettin’ in fights at school.

I looked at him. I couldn’t believe she’d told him about it. He turned to me again and I looked away at the television. Then he was chuckling to himself. Kid needs to get in a few fights. Get over the fear of it early. You don’t wanna grow up and be a pansy-ass, do you?

I shook my head. I just wanted him to stop talking.

But let me tell you somethin’, he said.

Mother walked in before he could tell me anything and I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

Dinner is served, you two, she said proudly.

I got up quickly and started for the dining room table. I didn’t like being alone with him. Dax scared me in a way that I didn’t understand. In a way that I’d never felt. Like somebody I’d find standing over my bed at night, closing those fingers around my throat.

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Good chicken, Dax said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Thank you, Mother said.

I stared at my peas. I wasn’t hungry. I wanted to go back out to the barn.

I might take some of this home with me, he said.

She smiled at him and I hated him more.

Mr. Ganey said he might take you fishing, Foster.

I didn’t answer.

Foster? she said.

I looked at her. I could see him chewing and watching.

Did you hear me? she asked.

Yes, ma’am.

What do you think about that?

I don’t want to go fishing.

You used to love to fish.

Daddy loved to fish. I liked to go with him.

I saw she was getting nervous by the way the side of her mouth started to twitch.

Maybe another time, Dax said.

Mother hesitated, then looked at her plate and lifted another bite.

Dax took a gulp of beer and set the can down again. You know, if you’d fix this place up a little, it might sell.

Mother looked at him with a pained expression.

What? he said. I’m talkin’ about that barn out there and the fence and the crap in the yard. People see that stuff.

I can’t afford all that, Dax.

Then how you expect to get the kind of money you want for it?

The real estate person said we could sell it as is.

Real estate people are whores for a contract too.

Dax, she said, glancing at me.

You don’t think he’s heard that before? He’s almost thirteen years old. He’s heard a lot more than that.

Why don’t you help her? I said to my plate.

He turned to me. Help her what?

Fix the place up. You come over here enough.

Foster, Mother said.

You gettin’ smart with me, boy?

I faced him. You could help her if you wanted. But you don’t want to.

Foster! Mother snapped, putting her fork down.

Dax wouldn’t take his eyes off me and I turned away. Don’t think I ain’t man enough in your life to put a belt to your ass, he said.

Dax, that’s enough, Mother said.

I stared at my plate, breathing hard. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. She was taking his side. My face was hot with anger and fear and confusion. I pushed back from the table and stood.

Sit down, Foster, she said.

I turned and headed for the front door. My head was screaming.

Your momma said to sit down, he called after me.

But I kept on. Out the door and into the driveway until I was standing before his Chevy S10 pickup. I heard Dax pushing his chair back as I knelt and pulled a brick from the flower bed lining.

Leave him alone, Dax, Mother said.

Hey! he shouted after me.

I hurled the brick at his windshield where it made a crunching sound like a foot in wet gravel. The glass spiderwebbed and the brick bounced off and skipped across the hood.

Son of a—! I heard him yell. I stood there, shaking, staring at it. Suddenly his hand slammed into the back of my neck and I stiffened against it. I tried to drop to my knees, but he held me there, squeezing so I couldn’t move. Joe bolted around the corner of the house, a white blur, growling with rage. Dax shoved me into him and leaped onto the hood of the truck. I fell over Joe’s back and both of us went down. The dog squirmed out from under me and leaped at Dax, barking and raking his toenails across the front grille like he wanted to tear him apart.

Grab him, Foster! I heard Mother yell from behind.

I got to my knees and crawled to Joe and grabbed him by the collar. I pulled him to me and held tight as he bucked and strained.

Dax was backed against the windshield with his heels on the wipers. What the hell, Linda! he shouted.

I struggled with Joe until I was finally able to stand and drag him toward the backyard.

Foster! I heard Mother yelling behind me. Put him up and get back out here!

3

That night Mother asked me to apologize to Dax. I stayed silent and she sent me to my room. I lay there and listened to them arguing.

What am I supposed to do about that windshield, Linda? he said. That’s prob’ly a three-hundred-dollar piece of glass. I got to go to work in that truck!

I’ll pay for it, Dax.

Yeah? Where you gonna get three hundred dollars?

I’ll pay for it, she said again.

Gonna cost another couple hundred to take the dents out of the hood.

That’s fine, she said. Whatever it costs.

Work it out of his ass, he said. What the hell’s wrong with him?

Please, Dax, she said.

Neither one of them spoke for a moment.

I’m gonna kick the stew out of that ugly dog, he finally said. Then I’m gonna kill him.

Just sit down, Dax. I’ll get a beer for you.

Shoot the damn thing.

Let’s go outside, she said.

Let’s go to a bar.

I don’t want to go to a bar, she said.

Fine. I’m goin’ by myself. Get my beer.

There was a period of silence before I heard the front door shut. Then more silence. Finally I saw the shadows of her feet pass my bedroom and heard her door close and heard her crying.

* * *

Sunday morning Mother was quieter than usual. I still wasn’t sorry for throwing the brick, but I felt miserable that I’d upset her. We ate breakfast with barely a word and then she told me we were going to Dax’s house to

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This is a gripping tale of a 13 year old boy's experiences one year after he witnessed the traumatic death of his father. A role model walks into Foster's life on a remote farm that his widowed mom is gearing up to sell. There is a thoroughly bad man in her life and Foster's dog senses it. The threat of violence hangs over this story and I'm glad to say we are not witness to the gory violence but it is hard enough to read about the characters dealing with the consequences. This is the third work I've read by this author and he does a wonderful job of bringing young boys is tough outdoors circumstances to life.

Rating: 4

Foster's dad died in an accident about a year ago, and nothing has been the same since. He and his mom can't do the upkeep on the farm, and now his mom is dating someone Foster really doesn't like. When a stranger wanders down the road and offers to stay in the barn and do odd jobs to help them get the place ready for sale, Foster's mom accepts. Her boyfriend's response is beyond what anyone could have predicted.

Rating: 4

Still mourning the accidental death of his father a year ago, Foster (age 12) does not take a liking to his mother's new boyfriend Dax, whose intimidating, violent behavior means bad news. Enter onto the scene Gary, formerly Army Special Forces in Iraq, who appears one day on their Alabama farm offering to do various handiwork as Foster's mother gets ready to sell the property. Gary forms a strong bond with Foster, filling a void in Foster's life. Dax, who won't take no for an answer, is threatened by Gary, so much so, his violent nature soon escalates.Very enjoyable, can't-put-down read with short, quick chapters that will appeal to reluctant middle-grade readers. This certainly will fill the need for more fiction aimed at boys with both strong plot and characterization.

Rating: 4

A great realistic guy story. More coming on the blog.

Rating: 4

Foster, 12, and his mom have been on their own on their farm since his dad died a year ago. Foster does not like his mom's boyfriend Dax. Gary, a hitchhiker, stops by their farm and offers to help them fix it up in exchange for a place to stay for a bit. Gary and Foster bond, especially because Gary does not seem to like Dax either, and Foster's mom starts to grow apart from Dax.

Rating: 3

What a good book this is! It may be Middle Grade (with a little coming-of-age mixed in), but I sat up late to finish it, not wanting to put it down. And yes, it’s kind of like a movie on The Lifetime Channel, but who can resist those?!Twelve-year-old Foster lives with his widowed mom Linda on Fourmile Farm in Alabama, some three hours south of Montgomery. His dad died the year before in a traumatic accident, and his mom has started seeing a man – Dax – who raises the hackles of both Foster and his dog Joe.Foster becomes increasingly alienated, but that all changes when Gary Conway, a former Iraqi Special Forces soldier, hikes by their farm and offers to stay on a while to help fix it up. Foster bonds with Gary and his dog Kabo, and knows that Gary (unlike Dax) would never hurt him. At the same time, however, he picks up on an unease in Gary, “like a coiled spring,” that frightens him. Dax doesn’t like Linda having a potential rival like Gary on the property, and tries to force Linda to make a choice. The results change all of them forever.Discussion: The set-up in the first chapter is excellent: there is tension, mystery, a hidden tragedy, and a loving mother and son struggling to make it on their own. It pulls you right in and doesn’t stop there. And what a pleasure to find that the 12-year-old narrator is not omniscient: he doesn’t always “get” what is happening among the very authentically drawn adults, nor for that matter, do we readers, since we only know what we glean from Foster’s perspective. I love that!As for the ending, it is so fabulously realistic that, although I always hope for a fairy tale finish, I can’t help but admire the author and love the book for the last chapter, and especially, the last paragraph.Note: Fans of the Patrick Ness’s A Monster Calls will appreciate the echoes of that fable in Foster’s efforts to come to terms with his own monster after the death of his dad.Evaluation: A Middle Grade book that will appeal to all ages. If you see this one, I recommend not passing it up!

Rating: 5

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