You was never grateful for nothing, Jake, Augustus said. The woman rocked it in her arms as she watched July hobble. Looky there, Pea said. It seemed wrong to be enjoying Jake's horse, and his fine saddle too, after what had happened.
Why him? she asked. I better do it now, if I'm going to. Clara cleaned it as best she could, and took the baby out on her little porch. It was low, like the lowing of that bull she kept hearing at night, but there was death in it too.
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