He had been about to step in before the rock-throwing started, but the rock-thrower's accuracy had been so startling that he had waited a few minutes to watch the outcome. I met that old trapper and he told me. Jake, Deets said, long before the horse came in sight. You got your own swimming hole.
I like that boy, Clara said. There were several little girls on that farm, who giggled every time they looked at Joe, but he ignored them. Their horses could have spooked. I told you yesterday.
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