Po Campo had given him a hailstone dipped in molasses and he sat licking it and feeling alternately happy and sad while the men got dressed and prepared to be cowboys again. Diseases apparently sometimes resulted, although no one was very specific about them. She realized Jake was coming her way, which agitated her a little. Being a neighborly man, he had ridden over to see who had died, and the people had all stopped, stricken, for they were burying his wife.
It was the most painful part of the memory--he had not asked her to care for him that much, yet she had. I can't think in all this bustle. Jake is a goddamn bastard. Go stop them, Call said.
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