When Dish poked him, his hat fell off, and when he got down to get it his legs felt as heavy as if somebody had put lead in his boots. I don't care how it happened. She's left, the doctor said. That was too silly to answer.
Ma died and Pa went crazy and shot himself. I know about him, though, July said. They were faint, but they were white, an encouraging sign. Just as he was about to put his horse into the sand, he held up.
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