I don't care about him, Lorena said. Why, we'll be back, July said. Sometimes it seems like grave-digging is all we do, she said. She don't know the names of five people in this town.
Clara was still studying the two faces, the little one and the gaunt, tired one. Old Dog led the herd right in and was soon across and grazing on the long wet grass of the Oklahoma Territory. They were not his _compañeros_. Now and then he would try to sing, though his tongue was swollen and his lips cracked.
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