Allen O'Brien kindly bought the boys each a beer. I'm going, he said. They had been going back south, over their own tracks, which was curious. What's your donkey's name? he asked, feeling a little fresher for having had his laugh.
The water was seldom more than a foot deep. No, Elmira said. She could do nothing with the horses on days like that. Bob, dying, still wanted her to make a little Bob.
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