July, I know you're tired, Clara said. Often when she was cleaning him, bathing his soiled loins and thighs with warm water, the stem of life between his legs would raise itself, growing as if a fractured skull meant nothing to it. Jennie looked at him a moment. I bet I could see my own horse, fire or no fire.
A few times he almost swayed, almost went back to marry her, though it would have meant disgrace. Gus slept through the morning, fitful and feverish. He assumed Gus must be racing for that, since it was the only shelter on the wide prairie. You wasn't made for fun.
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