If asked that morning if such a thing could occur, he would have said it was impossible. Maybe he won't sleep. At close range she looked younger, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen. In the night, sweating heavily, he awoke to a familiar step.
While he was puzzling about it, he took a bad swing with the ax and a piece of mesquite he was trying to split flew right up and almost hit Deets in the head. Zwey went off and hunted, as he had been doing, and Elmira drove the wagon. He couldn't feel sad. He had been at supper at many cabins in his life, but in none of them had the wife sat in the loft while the meal was eaten.
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