that heat. Then he read another page as a model, and wrote:

June 19.

Mosquitoes last night was worse than the heat and that was
worse than Gila Bend's great white way. Hunted up the burros.
Pete and Monte came in and drank. Monte had colic. We fed them
and turned them loose but the blamed fools hung around all day
and eat up some sour beans I throwed out. Cash was peeved and
swore they couldn't have another grain of feed. But Monte come to
the shack and watched Cash through a knothole the size of one eye
till Cash opened up his heart and the bag. Cash cut his thumb
opening tomatoes. The tomatoes wasn't hurt any.

June 20.

Got breakfast. Bill and harem did not come to water. Cash done
the regular hike after them. His thumb don't hurt him for hazing
donkeys. Bill and harem come in after Cash left. They must of saw
him go. Cash was out four hours and come in mad. Shot a
hidrophobia skunk out by the creek. Nothing doing. Too hot.

June 21.

The sun would blister a mud turtle so he'd holler. Cash put in
most of day holding a parasol over his garden patch. Burros did
not miss their daily drink. Night brings mosquitoes with their
wings singed but their stingers O.K. They must hole up daytimes
or they would fry.