Gus might be dead by then, and Deets was, for sure. I seen it, Augustus said. I've bled so much already I expect I'm white as snow, Wilbarger said. The baby, still on the table, gurgled at him.
As he was coming down the steps, Clara stopped him. It's a good thing this boy's got a big mouth. He had supposed it belonged to Clara--she had said her name was Clara. He was still with the cattle, for what it was worth.
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