The house didn't look very far away, but as they walked toward it, it seemed to wobble in her vision. Call had finished his hammering and stood resting. It's a bad situation, but he put himself in it. It was trying to see the hatchlings.
In the short lulls in the wind he could hear the clicking of long horns, as the cattle bumped into one another in the dankness. She wanted to throw the sheets, and maybe the mattress and the bed, too, out the window. She could see it in his eyes. He cried all afternoon, riding as far back on the drags as he could get.
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