In one week in Kansas he ran into eight cattle herds--he would no sooner pass one than he encountered another. Though he had seen much violent death, he had not seen one more terrible than the one that had just occurred. Come on in the house--you girls set him a place. Deets had found a gravel bar that made the entrance to the river almost as good as a road.
He helped me gather these eggs, although he's bunged up from gettin' throwed. While they were having their cry, Deets and Pea got shovels from the wagon and dug a grave, back from the river a hundred yards, beside a live oak tree. The old man went loop-legged and dropped his stick. The stings were burning like fire.
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