How do you know it's him? Bert wanted to know. We hung him. Nope, who'd he kill? Wilbarger asked. I never heard a cloud make a noise like that before.
July asked the farmers if they had seen Jake, and twice was told that yes, Jake had spent the night. I need to cry, but I've got no tears, he said. He had slept with his face in the dirt all night and an ant had stung him several times, leaving one eye swollen nearly shut. We're still a long ways from Nebraska.
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