She loved to read aloud, and she read snatches of them to her daughters as soon as they were big enough to listen. You had your bath, but I ain't had one, he said, and went to the water hole and waded right in, underwear and all. Some days he almost felt like turning the cattle loose and paying off the crew. I just hope you get there alive, Clara said.
Though he had only glanced at her hands, Clara picked up the glance, displaying her old habit of being able to read his mind. How could Bol just go? He had always been the cook, and yet in five minutes he was as lost to them as if he _had_ died. He ain't used to such dry country. It was just as well forgotten: none of it mattered compared to Dee.
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