Out of Exileby Wilbur Daniel Steele
Format of Original Source: Short Story
Recommended Adaptation Length:
Candidate for Adaptation? Not Likely
My cousin had spoken to Joshua Blake, and I saw that Joshua held a pistol in his hand, the old, single-ball dueling weapon that had belonged to his father. His face was white, and the pallor seemed to refine still further the blade-like features of the Blake, the aquiline nose, the sloping, patrician forehead, the narrow lip, blue to the pressure of the teeth.
That was Joshua. Andrew, his brother, stood facing him three or four paces away. He was the younger of the two, the less favored, the more sensitive.
He had what no other Blake had had, a suspicion of freckle on his high, flat cheek. And he had what no one else in Urkey had then, a brace of gold teeth, the second and third to the left in the upper jaw, where Lem White’s boom had caught him, jibing off the Head. They showed now as the slowly working lip revealed them, glimmering with a moist, dull sheen. He, too, was white.
His hands were empty, hanging down palms forward. But in his eyes there was no look of the defenseless: only a light of passionate contempt.
The story centers on an ill-fated love triangle. The somewhat-obvious mystery that one brother killed the other pays off with a creepy twist and a happy ending for no one. Probably not a viable musical. (LTC)
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