Oh, sure, Augustus said. When the redness receded and he opened his eyes again, he heard a piano playing in the distance. The day before, Po Campo had caught six prairie-chicken hatchlings, for some reason, and they were running around in the wagon bed, chirping. Look at them, Augustus said happily.
Overnight it had become the dominant fact of his life. That's fine and good, but it's no reason you should go out of business entirely. If your wife don't want Martin, do you have a mother or sisters that would want to raise him? Clara asked. I rangered with them.
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