Right back of the house, he's buried, that was Jim, she added. I used the wrong word, I guess, Call said. Both fell to the the stony ground right in front of the courthouse. Augustus chuckled.
She couldn't drink fast enough--in gulping the water she got some up her nose. It was worth the inconvenience of a funeral way out in the country to sit with two women for a while. Call broke up the tailgate and made a little marker for Jake's grave, scratching his name on it with a pocketknife by the light of the old man's lantern. He remembered when he had first come to the high plains, years before.
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