Then he takes it out with his black hands, and I carry it off and wash and salt it.
There was another silence that held hours in its black hands.
Reckon I'd frail 'em good ef he cotched hole of me with his black hands.
The black hands, showing lighter palms, plucked at the coverings.
His black hands, tightly clenched, lay on the outside of the bedclothes.
In fact, about ...