In one week in Kansas he ran into eight cattle herds--he would no sooner pass one than he encountered another. His eyes were open, but he could neither speak nor move. That's her, July said, encouraged again all of a sudden. Them twelve young ones ought to have a good father.
Oh, the man said. Blood poured from a gash over his ear, staining his dark hair. Clara stood with her for a bit and went back in. Somehow she felt confident she could keep her girls alive--but she lacked that confidence where boys were concerned.
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