He felt played out, and wished they were already in Montana. The blue spells never came at a time of real crisis. Only I told the boys I'd bring them a woman, he said. Clara had taken to sleeping on a little cot.
He could imagine himself and Mouse out in a sea of grass, chasing buffalo. What are they doing? Call asked. I reckon he got his poke, he said. Watching Woodrow Call awkwardly handling his fork caused her to repent a little of her harshness when he arrived, but she didn't apologize.
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