July had no reason to think that Elmira was sick, but he had so much worry that he hated every delay. He couldn't be much over twenty. Keep the tent, he said. He's coming with a trail herd.
The two farmers, the trunks of their bodies blackened, still hung from the tree. Elmira waited. I live on tea, myself, but he's a big man. His teeth began to chatter and he couldn't stop them.
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