He had an oily beard and fingernails as black as tar. Call and Deets held the horse still while Pea took the dying boy in his arms--then Deets led the horse ashore. Depressed, Gus bought a bottle to take with him and left town. Yet it did--if there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was tear Deets up.
Now and then there was the bleat of a goat or the call of a bullbat, but that was all. They drank so much whiskey themselves that Elmira felt they would be lucky to have any left to sell. Almost from the day they left, he felt something was wrong. The mud felt cool.
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