She would clasp his hand while she talked--one night she buttoned his shirt. Pete Spettle walked over and ate two and then Soupy, Needle and Bert each tried one. He was not over his upset stomach and kept falling behind to vomit as they walked around town looking for Lippy. Once again, Janey was right.
One night toward the end of May, Call couldn't sleep. Morning, folks, he said, when the two walked up. But he had taken her in and tended her almost constantly for the first week, expecting all the time that she would die. IN THE MORNING, when July was making coffee, they began to hear the sounds of cattle.
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